A Shropshire Lad…book review

A Shropshire Lad…book review

without a lot of passion

 

 

Book review:

A Shropshire Lad

 

by A. E. Housman (1859-1936)

New York: Dover Publications, Inc., 1990

51 pages

reprint of the “Authorized Edition 1924”

 

Alfred Edward Housman embraced the late 19th poetry style of relentless rhyming,

which limits word choice and the scope of imagery.

His narratives are very simply credible without a lot of passion. It’s too easy to let a singsong rhythm be the main feature of verse after verse after verse. A lot of his poetry is written in iambic tetrameter.

Housman’s A Shropshire Lad does offer some paths to reflections, as in Section II, which is an

acceptance of the reality of the seasons, and acceptance of the reality of the rhythms in our lives,

and a recognition of natural beauty that surrounds us:

 

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now

Is hung with bloom along the bough,

And stands about the woodland ride

Wearing white for Eastertide.

Now, of my threescore years and ten,

Twenty will not come again,

And take from seventy springs a score,

It only leaves me fifty more.

And since to look at things in bloom

Fifty springs are little room,

About the woodlands I will go

To see the cherry hung with snow.

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Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2026 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: The Scarlet Letter

the beating hearts…by Nathaniel Hawthorne

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The Book of Days…part lx

The Book of Days…part lx

The Book of Days

 

The dawn’s early light can be pleasure enough for the whole day.

There are words enough to tell the story of “the temptation of day to come.”

It is my delight to write some of them for your delectation.

 

to come

 

The star of day

   troubles low clouds

      in the earliest dawning,

there is none of day,

the horizon a muddle,

the faint light

   pushes the high dark,

a promise strains in the vault.

 

November 16, 2025

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2026 All rights reserved.

 

The “dime novels” in the Civil War

Think “blood-and-thunder”…

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Above all: Poems of dawn and more with 74 free verse poems,
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We Were Soldiers Once…and Young

We Were Soldiers Once…and Young

…the last battle never comes…

 

 

Book review:

We Were Soldiers Once…and Young

 

Lt. Gen. Harold G. Moore (ret.) and Joseph L. Galloway

New York: Random House, 1992

412 pages

 

Like Moore and Galloway, I salute the brave American and North Vietnamese soldiers who fought and died in the Ia Drang Valley in November 1965 in the first major combat action of the War in Vietnam.

We Were Soldiers Once…and Young is a bloody testament to the grinding horror of war. It’s too much to read all at once. It has too much death.

A North Vietnamese commander who was on the ground in the valley recalled, many years after the war, that his guiding principle had been “win the first battle.”

He forgot to mention that no one knows how to win the last battle and end all of it.

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Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2026 All rights reserved.

 

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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“seeing more”…  it’s the fall, my poem

“seeing more”…  it’s the fall, my poem

losing the green…

 

 

seeing more

 

Again the dried leaves drift as they will,

they find their place,

they give up shape,

they make a final damp.

The trees just seem to let them go,

they waste away to litter,

the wind just seems to let them go,

they lose their green,

they come to earth,

a brittling maze, the huddled leaves,

they cease their swaying,

they cannot catch the sun,

nor make a shade,

they don’t look back

   to scan the sky,

to see the bosky dells,

to gaze at vistas

   that now attract the light…

The leaves have done

   with hiding the thrusting trees

      and the valley views

         and the glades that tempt the doe

            and the empty nests

               that warmed the chicks…

 

November 7, 2025

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2026 All rights reserved.

 

The Reader (Der Vorleser)

Not just a rehash of WWII…

by Bernhard Schlink

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Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 free verse and haiku poems,
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the skirr thing, “cloud talk” my poem

the skirr thing, “cloud talk” my poem

clouds sound off…

 

 

cloud talk

 

I guess that clouds may skirr,

they are so far away,

they do stir

   and frolic in the sky,

they may whir,

who hears the sound of clouds?

betimes they clap!

withal, they may purr…

 

October 1, 2025

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2026 All rights reserved.

 

The poetic art of Grace Butcher

Poetry for reading out loud…

         it’s that good

Book review: Child, House, World

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“we had our time”…   “our time” my poem

“we had our time”…   “our time” my poem

we made our time…

 

 

our time

 

Remembering,

the good time,

the quiet time that lasts so long,

we had our time,

we made our time,

we pushed our time

   to be the days and nights,

we filled our time together,

and now I give such time

   as two could share,

I make more time for you.

 

November 2, 2025

for my dearest one

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2026 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: Lafayette by Harlow Unger

He was a great man. Also rich and lucky.

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As with another eye: Poems of exactitude with 55 free verse and haiku poems,
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