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Donald Hall's comment is extracted from a review he wrote of Bob Arnold's poems for The Harvard Review
Forty years of Bob Arnold's love poems
are now under one roof with his new book:
~ I'm In Love With You Who Is In Love With Me ~
It is volume 2 in the trilogy of books titled Woodlanders
which will be completed with the third book in 2013
MANY TIMES
There is the absolute way
Of doing it, and we have done it
Many times and again —
How I will come to you
How you will meet me
The early morning sun
Perfect on the bed, and
Stripes in the Mexican blanket
Like blood, the sea, yellow iris petals —
And it is a silly lovers ritual of ours,
I hug you and you hug me and step onto
My boots, and I walk you and me around the
Sunlit room, the sway of patchouli in your hair,
And your face smooth against my lips
Like the inside of your hands
There is the absolute way
Of doing it, and we have done it
Many times and again —
How I will come to you
How you will meet me
The early morning sun
Perfect on the bed, and
Stripes in the Mexican blanket
Like blood, the sea, yellow iris petals —
And it is a silly lovers ritual of ours,
I hug you and you hug me and step onto
My boots, and I walk you and me around the
Sunlit room, the sway of patchouli in your hair,
And your face smooth against my lips
Like the inside of your hands
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If you want your copy it is yours for $18
plus $2 shipping & handling ~
the first edition is limited to 200 copies
150 pages, perfect bound, softcover
ISBN 978-1-929048-11-3
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I CUT A MASSIVE MAPLE TREE DOWN
I cut a massive maple tree down
Long long ago
I sculptured the tree stump into a chair
I sat up there
I also sat up there with my baby son
I sat up there with my love
I later saw my love sitting up there alone in the sun
She had a checkered red and black wool shirt
Thrown with the blondest hair
Then a chipmunk sat there for longer than you would think
And today I tore the carbonized tissue stump apart with my hands
All of it, very easily
And my son visited us with his wife for part of the afternoon
And in a week she was gone.
I cut a massive maple tree down
Long long ago
I sculptured the tree stump into a chair
I sat up there
I also sat up there with my baby son
I sat up there with my love
I later saw my love sitting up there alone in the sun
She had a checkered red and black wool shirt
Thrown with the blondest hair
Then a chipmunk sat there for longer than you would think
And today I tore the carbonized tissue stump apart with my hands
All of it, very easily
And my son visited us with his wife for part of the afternoon
And in a week she was gone.
photo © bob arnold