“zéphyr,” music, sing…my poem

“zéphyr,” music, sing…my poem

Pluck me, I quiver…

 

 

zéphyr

 

More than breeze,

I hear you in receiving trees.

A little air you pluck

   on topmost, bending, leafy lyre.

Your music scuttles to some other ear,

a variant tone,

I hear my own,

it stills.

Pluck me, I quiver, one more harmony…

Sing me, lifting,

I sing you,

I flutter, just a little…

   assez

 

June 29, 1995

Bethany Beach, DE

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.

 

Play review: A Doll’s House

Henrik Ibsen’s classic on abuse…

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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
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“…the tongue is a fire…”…James 3:6

“…the tongue is a fire…”…James 3:6

try more listening….

 

 

“And the tongue is a fire…”

James 3:6, KJV

 

So many good ways to mean this,

and so many terrible meanings.

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Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.

 

An Anthology of the New England Poets (book review)

Almost 35 poets, spanning 340 years, with rich bios…

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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)
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“The prayer of the humble…”…   Sirach, 35:17

“The prayer of the humble…”…   Sirach, 35:17

no voice too small…

 

 

“The prayer of the humble pierces the clouds…”

Book of Sirach, 35:17

 

Expect miracles.

 

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Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.

 

The “dime novels” in the Civil War

Think “blood-and-thunder”…

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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 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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“…without a bird…”…“More,” my poem

“…without a bird…”…“More,” my poem

to kiss the eye…

 

 

More

 

No one of the ancients

   could have imagined this space,

this high empty shell

   that interrupts the sky

      without a bird to swoon and sigh,

this inside place

   that feels so wide,

with more of space than shape,

with more of stretch

   and more of up

      than edge or end.

 

This court was built

   to kiss the eye

      and swallow sound,

it pulls the senses off their rails,

there is less of small,

and more of reach,

it conjures birds to nudge still air.

 

Atrium of Saint Vincent Hospital

Worcester, MA

June 1, 2018

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.

 

“Tear it up,” says Kurt Vonnegut

“Write a six line poem, about anything…

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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 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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“The ocean makes its thrum…”…  “Ashore,” my poem

“The ocean makes its thrum…”…  “Ashore,” my poem

Each layered wave…

 

 

Ashore

 

This place, it has no words for me.

 

The ocean makes its thrum,

it pulls the bow across the longest string…

 

Each layered wave aspires to end in surf,

and lightly bears its encumbering crest,

wavers at the sandy lip

   and rolls beneath the swell,

makes room for every motion

   that was born afar in blue water,

and sidles now to make a final turn,

becomes mere rhythm…

 

May 6, 2021

Ogunquit, ME

It was high tide at the Beachmere Inn.
The broad curve of the bay accepted the languid procession of modest waves…
it all seemed so unexceptional, but I know that each wave is unique until it gets to the shore line.
The tableau did not speak to me. I know that my presence was not needed.

 

Published in Creative Inspirations, January-February 2023

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Book review: Mila 18

horrific truth by Leon Uris

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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 free verse and haiku poems,
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and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

 

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“…the great brutes…”  “Revelation,” my poem

“…the great brutes…”  “Revelation,” my poem

behind the frosted mist…

 

 

Revelation

 

 

Beyond my domain, I leaned ahead

   to cross the slope

      under a brazen sky.

In the chill of dawn, I stopped.

 

The apparition…

A bull appeared.

 

He turned his horns to me,

showed no fear,

no gaze of knowing,

no sentient nod,

he stepped away…

 

Another creature shambled near,

regarded me with innocence,

and scarcely paused,

his brawny flank rippling slowly

   as he passed on…

 

I stretched my eye

   to the scant egress

      of these beasts with iron mien.

Indeed, I had not crossed the path

   of a rambling herd.

 

I chanced to find

   the portal of an ancient furnace of the gods,

who took such wild ores as they desired,

and stoked their smokeless fires

   behind the frosted mist,

and conjured life,

and smelted the great brutes—

   cold-forged in the chill of dawn—

      who stepped heavily across my path

         and did not mistake me

            for their kind.

 

January 7, 2020

Inspired by this quotation:

“I had seen a herd of buffalo, 129 of them, come out of the morning mist under a copper sky, one by one, as if the dark and massive, iron-like animals with the mighty horizontally swung horns were not approaching but were being created before my eyes and sent out as they were finished.”

by Isak Dinesen

in Out of Africa (1938)

 

My poem “Revelation” was published in my sixth collection of 73 poems, Above all: Poems of dawn and more.

You can buy it on Amazon (paperback and Kindle),

or get it free in Kindle Unlimited, search for “Richard Carl Subber”

“Revelation” also was published in my fifth collection of 53 poems, My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems.

You can buy it on Amazon (paperback and Kindle),

or get it free in Kindle Unlimited, search for “Richard Carl Subber”

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: Seven Gothic Tales

by Isak Dinesen,

lush and memorable stories…

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As with another eye: Poems of exactitude with 55 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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