Monday, August 14, 2017

DREAM COME TRUE 1 ~








 DREAM COME TRUE
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 for, you know who






Visitor




Along the very tops

Of trees only —

Our wind







Map 




The road goes through

Such a wilderness —

Forget town names







Contagious




Just the way your loose

Hair sweeps your cheek

Loosens me






Centuries




Long after millions perished

This old painted vase

Goes on







Oak





Before I cut this

Tree — feel its

Life to live







Trick




Mere seconds

To be

Friendly







Sunlight





Doesn’t it feel like it is

There for you when you

Sit in the room with it







Clue




You tell an old house

By the squeak


In its hinge




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BOB ARNOLD
Dream Come True
Longhouse, tel-let, Nordsjoforlaget 
2001, 2008, 2009


A little book published by three
different publishers and thank you
to Susan, John Martone, Hanne Bramness,
Lars Amund Vaage who translated the poems
into Norwegian