Chanson de mer

Chanson de mer

The exuberant power

         of the natural world…

 

 

Chanson de mer

 

I am the rock.

I am the island.

I am the glistening boulder at the waterline.

I am the sharp-edged, flinty fragment,

   tossed by the blue-green surge,

      scattered by the stinging wind,

         collected once, and dropped, by a child.

I am the ancient stratum exposed to the faintly salty air.

I am the blunt face of the heaved-up, broken stone,

   I am the silent witness

   to the everlasting crash and song of the sea,

      I stand against the tumbling, roiling crests that

               dash to me,

         break on me,

               climb my height,

         die at my foot,

               and rise, vaulting, surging, crashing, singing,

         to grandly break on me again, again…

         the lyric, rhythms, chords the same

               as at the last or next millennial dawn.

I am the rock. The sea endlessly sings to me.

Good. Enough.

Tarry.

Listen.

 

September 15, 2011

“Chanson de mer” is about the ocean and the coast. It is a respectful imagination of the exuberant power of the natural world around us. I think that’s the best kind of description of a poem about nature. I wrote it on a cloudy afternoon on the massive rock formation that dominates the south coast of Conanicut Island in the Narragansett Bay, Rhode Island. Jamestown, at the southern tip of the island, is the home of Beavertail State Park. I’d love to go back.

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Book review: Shawshank Redemption

A world I do not want to know…

by Stephen King

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Take a few minutes on this website to read: my poetry in free verse and 5-7-5 format—nature poems, love poems, poems about grandchildren, and a spectrum of other topics—written in a way that, I hope,  makes it possible for you to know, as precisely as possible, what’s going on in my mind and in my imagination; thoughtful book reviews that offer an  exceptional critique of the book instead of a simple book summary; examinations of history that did and didn’t happen; examples of my love affair with words; reflections on the quotations, art, and wisdom of famous and not-so-famous people, and my occasional ingenuous comments on politics and human nature.

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Book review: Grace Notes

Book review: Grace Notes

Book review:

Grace Notes

 

by Brian Doyle

Chicago, IL: ACTA Publications, 2011

 

You know, some of Brian Doyle’s prose, in this collection of his musings and essays, comes pretty close to my concept of poetry.

You ask why? Doyle is so particular, and so deft, in choosing the right words to frame his mood, his awareness, and his imagination in so many examples.

Try this excerpt from “Their Thin Bony Shoulders.” Doyle was invited to tell some stories and otherwise talk to nuns in their Benedictine monastery in Oregon. Among other subjects, he told them about “my mama.”

“And I stood there at the lectern, in that cavernous room in that lovely old monastery, with its cedared air like music in the nose, the extraordinary faces of the nuns held up to me in the twilight, and I tried to imagine or articulate or conceive a world without my mother in it, and I started to cry, and I could not stop.

Forty-nine years old, and still sobbing in front of nuns.

No one spoke.”

Don’t even try to pretend that your eyes aren’t a bit damp.

 

In Doyle’s Grace Notes, you can also take some time with “Advice to My Son,” “A Child is Not a Furniture,” “On Miraculousness,” and 33 other treats from his inquiring and incisive mind.

 

Book review: The Blithedale Romance

by Nathaniel Hawthorne, not his best…

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Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2017 All rights reserved.

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“Many waters cannot quench love.”

“Many waters cannot quench love.”

Book review:

St. Ives

by Robert Louis Stevenson

 

 

“Many waters cannot quench love.”

Robert Louis Balfour Stevenson (1850-1894)

Scottish novelist, poet, all-purpose writer

 

Stevenson is rightly famous for Treasure Island and The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

 

Chain links on St. IvesHe’s not so famous for his last (uncompleted) novel, St Ives: Being the Adventures of a French Prisoner in England (1897). It was finished from Stevenson’s notes by Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch, a talented British writer.

St. Ives is unmistakable 19th century prose, through and through—Stevenson’s oeuvre is fastidiously lush, precise, sophisticated, with deeply contextual character development and dialogue that leaves me breathless with anticipation for more. Did I mention that I’m a fan of 19th century prose?

 

There is a love interest, of course. It involves a prim but worldly Scottish maiden and the eponymous French prisoner, a nobleman whose service to Napoleon has ended in captivity in Edinburgh. Stevenson allows le prisonnier, M. le Vicomte de St. Ives, to confidently speculate on his prospects with the lady: “Many waters cannot quench love.”

Indeed. Read St. Ives to get the whole story.

The quote “Many waters cannot quench love” is from Song of Solomon, 8:7

Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2017 All rights reserved.

Up for the counting

…he picks up the rhythm…(a poem)

“Numerology”

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Above all: Poems of dawn and more with 73 free verse poems,
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A new poem about the right thing…

A new poem about the right thing…

Think again

about doing the right thing

(a new poem)

 

 

Vanity

 

Is it too hard to do the right thing?

Is it right to do the hard thing?

 

We feel old passion to stand up

and stand fast,

   in our crystal rectitude,

      for the right thing.

We know it, we love it,

   it is a thriving joy,

      manifest in our minds

      and in our hearts.

 

 

 

 

 

The mighty do not marvel.

The minions are not moved.

Other multitudes will not make

a murmur to urge us

to dream of good works,

   they do not encourage yearning

   to do the public good that slights no man.

 

Our prospect is more vain striving,

   or the meaner choice:

   endorse a pale type of the right thing.

 

The hard work—

the imperative reach for some right portion—

is to make our halloo to a lesser incarnation

of this dream that will not live in other hearts.

 

March 11, 2016

You might think that desperate convulsions in the Republican presidential primary in the spring of 2016 could have been the wellspring of this poem. In fact, I wrote it reflectively, as a reminder to my idealistic self that commitment to the right thing is of paramount importance, and that acknowledgement of the realistic possibilities is an imperative precondition for effective action.

Striving for the unreachable is a vanity.

A wise person said: pick battles you can win.

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For a change of pace,

read this book review

of one woman’s desperate childhood,

The Homeplace by Marilyn Nelson

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It’s easy to remember the sauce

(my nature poem)

“Debut”

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Impedimenta

Impedimenta

Impedimenta

 

I open my mind to poetic whimsies,

   but the clatter of the TV voices

   makes it hard to listen to

   the other spirits who fill the ether,

      who strive to call, each to each,

         and to me.

 

I open my eyes to new vistas

beyond my familiar view,

   but the dervish clutter of dancing logos

   and streaming headlines

   and indulgently obscure commercial images

   makes it hard to clearly see

   the protean scenes

   that may ripen my life.

 

The beguiling screen fades to dark.

 

I breathe in, deeply….

I’m wide open.

 

August 23, 2016

Published February 2017 in my first collection, Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups

(I was trying to write in a waiting room, where I couldn’t find a seat that wasn’t facing a TV screen. Dante Alighieri never imagined this particular hell…)

 

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A poem about the right thing

…and the lesser incarnation…

“Vanity”

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A ramble on the sand…

A ramble on the sand…

Take your time

 

Do you remember that tender time

when your little feet stumbled as you walked the sand,

   and you leaned against the sea breeze to stay upright

   as you imagined you would take the ocean in your stride?

 

September 18, 2015

Published February 2017 in my first collection, Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups

I scribbled this poem at high tide on First Encounter Beach in Eastham, MA, on Cape Cod. The child was doing a test drive on little legs without Mom or Dad tagging along. The youngster looked curious, scanning the far horizon, taking a few more steps…the breeze was steady. I couldn’t remember when I took a ramble like that at the shore. I’m pretty sure I did it.

 

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Book review: “The Gentle Boy”

The Puritans had a dark side…

by Nathaniel Hawthorne

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Above all: Poems of dawn and more with 73 free verse poems,
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