by Richard Subber | May 21, 2026 | Book reviews, Books, Joys of reading, Language, Reviews of other poets
Kids will love it
Book review:
Sad underwear and other complications
by Judith Viorst (b1931)
New York: Atheneum Books for Young Readers, Simon & Schuster, 1995
78 pages
This is a great book of great poems that will make little kids laugh, and make big kids laugh, and make parents laugh.
Such as:
The Seventh Swimming Lesson
Stop the presses.
Call a reporter.
Sally just put her face in the water.
How do I know it’s a great book? I’m a grandfather, and it makes me laugh.
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Movie review: A Doll’s House
Henrik Ibsen’s classic on abuse…
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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | May 19, 2026 | Language, My poetry, Poetry
we feast on meanings
taste
a honey made of words,
verses dripping languor,
stanzas squeezing
sweet meaning from the words,
the poem is a bouquet of words,
the blooms fall open
as each phrase proceeds,
we feast on meanings,
embrace each image,
enlarge each thought,
and savor all that lingers.
March 8, 2026
Inspired by “While Listening to Others Talk about Poems in Small Groups” by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, March 7, 2026
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Book review: A Cold Welcome
The culprit was global cooling,
500 years ago…
by Sam White
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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 52 free verse and haiku poems,
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Your comments are welcome—tell me what you’re thinking.
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by Richard Subber | May 7, 2026 | Human Nature, Joys of reading, Language, Reflections, Tidbits
the ducks don’t think about us…
“…he looked ahead and saw a flight of wild ducks
etching themselves against the sky over the water,
then blurring, then etching again
and he knew no man was ever alone on the sea.”
from:
The Old Man and the Sea
Ernest Hemingway (1899-1961)
New York: Charles Scribner’s Sons, 1952
127 pages
pp. 60-61
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Book review: “Bartleby, the Scrivener”
Loneliness beyond understanding…
by Herman Melville
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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Apr 9, 2026 | Joys of reading, Language, Reviews of other poets
I’m open to being tantalized…
“We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men”
from “The Hollow Men,” 1925, by T. S. Eliot
Thomas Stearns Eliot (1888-1965)
American-British writer, popularly acclaimed as a great poet of the 20th century
At long last, I’ve tried T. S. Eliot’s poetry.
I respectfully think that T. S. Eliot’s poetry is a bloomin’ wasteland…
Maybe I’ll put Collected Poems of T. S. Eliot back on the shelf, and try again after a while.
Maybe not.
It’s not that I mind Eliot’s deliberate contradictions so much. I’m willing to be provoked. I’m open to being tantalized. I’m ready to be pushed or pulled outside my comfort zone.
The sticky point for me, with Eliot’s poetry, is that I never seem to get to the point, or maybe I simply don’t get the point. When I get to the end of one of his longish poems, I’m really not sure where I started, or where I wandered, or where I arrived.
I find little coherence in Eliot’s words and phrases and passages.
I think of myself as a wordsmith, and I love the beauty of elegant phrases and shimmering, specific, steely, selective, stately, splendid words that tell a delicious story or evoke a bloom of emotion.
For my taste, T. S. Eliot’s poetry isn’t tasty, and it’s a bloomin’ wasteland of jumbled words, fractured images, and unfinished imaginations.
If you’re wondering where all the flowers have gone, don’t look for answers in Eliot’s work.
Source: T. S. Eliot, Collected Poems of T. S. Eliot (New York: Harcourt, Brace & Company, 1958), 101.
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“Fishering,” by Brian Doyle
…what meets the eye…
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Above all: Poems of dawn and more with 74 free verse poems,
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by Richard Subber | Mar 15, 2026 | Book reviews, Books, Joys of reading, Language
We’re all connected…
Book review:
The Mother Tongue: English & How It Got That Way
by Bill Bryson (b1951)
New York: Harper Perennial, 1990
270 pages
The Mother Tongue is a fascinating collection of details you haven’t dreamed of about the English language. It’s easy enough to skim the parts that you don’t need to read in detail.
If you think that English stands alone as our primary means of communication, think again, and then think again.
We’re all connected by words, and the connections are everywhere.
As it happens, English is the pre-eminent language of the world. Of course, that doesn’t mean that English speakers are pre-eminent, but it does mean that if the little guys ever step out of the spaceship from Mars, it won’t take them long to figure out which language they want to learn first.
There is a really elaborate bibliography if you want to know more.
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Book review: Shakespeare’s Wife
Germaine Greer went overboard a bit…
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Above all: Poems of dawn and more with 74 free verse poems,
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by Richard Subber | Mar 12, 2026 | Language, Reviews of other poets, Tidbits
not the best, but…
“…the mad wind’s night-work,
The frolic architecture of the snow.”
from “The Snow-Storm” (1841) by Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)
in Vol. 1 of American Poetry: The Nineteenth Century
Generally Emerson’s poetry isn’t the best of the best,
in my mind,
but he does put some of the best words
in the best order sometimes.
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“The beginning is always today.”
(quote, Mary Shelley)
so get started…
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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”
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