A Thousand Mornings…book review

A Thousand Mornings…book review

you don’t have to put it down…

 

 

Book review:

A Thousand Mornings

 

by Mary Oliver (1935-2019)

New York, The Penguin Press, 2012

82 pages

 

If you know nothing about Mary Oliver, this book is as good as any to make your acquaintance.

The poems in A Thousand Mornings are recognizable Mary Oliver stuff:

 

“…which thought made me feel

for a little while

quite beautiful myself.” (“Poem of the one world”)

 

“I hardly move though really I’m traveling

a terrific distance.

Stillness. One of the doors

into the temple.” (“Today”)

 

This is a slim volume, a light collection.

You can read it in one sitting if you want to.

You just might want to.

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Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: The Financier

Theodore Dreiser’s villain…

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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 art of Lynn Ungar

The art of Lynn Ungar

Write yourself a note…

 

 

. . . what of your rushed and useful life?

Imagine setting it all down—

papers, plans, appointments, everything—

leaving only a note:

“Gone to the fields to be lovely. . .”

 

by Lynn Ungar

 

Indeed.

Color me gone.

Give yourself permission to be lovely.

 

From “Camas Lilies” by Lynn Ungar in Blessing the Bread: Meditations. © Skinner House, 1995.

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Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: The Bartender’s Tale

Ivan Doig’s story, I mostly loved it…

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many waters: more poems with 53 free verse poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
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one, two, counting lives…my poem

one, two, counting lives…my poem

dancing is part of it…

 

 

one, two

 

I count the lives.

I count my own,

I will live another life today.

 

Future far is blank

   and almost void,

today is near and full

   and dances to new tunes.

 

Come dance with me,

we two can make one life

   for at least today,

we count the steps,

we step to one more life,

we count the lives.

 

July 13, 2025

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

A poet is a “maker”

…and it doesn’t have to rhyme…

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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,
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Your comments are welcome—tell me what you’re thinking.

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“The arrow of time…”…my poem

“The arrow of time…”…my poem

ballare

 

 

daily

 

The arrow of time flies high

   and low and ever on,

and sometimes slow,

time creeps, betimes,

a pause is not unknown…

 

My time’s my own,

I guard it

   when there is no room for dancing…

 

July 12, 2025

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

many waters: more poems with 53 free verse 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”

 

Your comments are welcome—tell me what you’re thinking.

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“Contemplation”…my poem

“Contemplation”…my poem

first thoughts…

 

 

Contemplation

 

What did the shuffling ape

   think when she saw

      for the first time

         a whole tree,

as it stood alone

   beyond the edge of the wood?

 

Did she think of shape for the first time?

Did she think “bigger than me”?

Did she conjure a new word?

Did she imagine not climbing it,

and shuffling on

   to where the berries grow?

Did she point to it when her mate arrived?

 

Did she think “I move,

I am not that thing”?

 

June 18, 2025

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: An Empire Divided

King George and his ministers

wanted the Caribbean sugar islands

more than they wanted the 13 colonies…

by Andrew Jackson O’Shaughnessy

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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 free verse and haiku poems,
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Your comments are welcome—tell me what you’re thinking.

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contemplation…a poem

contemplation…a poem

forget about berry picking…

 

 

Contemplation

 

What did the shuffling ape

   think when she saw

      for the first time

         a whole tree,

as it stood alone

   beyond the edge of the wood?

 

Did she think of shape for the first time?

Did she think “bigger than me”?

Did she conjure a new word?

Did she imagine not climbing it,

and shuffling on

   to where the berries grow?

Did she point to it when her mate arrived?

 

Did she think “I move,

I am not that thing”?

 

June 18, 2025

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

The Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale…book review

Literate, but impersonal

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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”

 

Your comments are welcome—tell me what you’re thinking.

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