"The Hammock"

As our staff of volunteers is still busy preparing Volume One of Arnold Schnabel's memoirs for publication this year as a "book", made of actual paper, and in lieu of any new chapters of the saga at this time, we present again this much-beloved sonnet, first published in the July 27, 1963 issue of the Olney Times, and harkening back bravely to Arnold's famous poem “One Night” (which latter was composed immediately following his breakdown and commitment to Byberry).

Internal evidence suggests that this poem was written on the night of the morning described in Chapter 9 of  Arnold's memoir, Railroad Train to Heaven.

(Rebroadcast thanks to the continuing generosity of the Arnold Schnabel Society, all rights reserved to that noble organization.)

“The Hammock”

After a modest lunch of liverwurst
On pumpernickel, washed down with iced tea,
It is decidedly far from the worst
Thing in life just to rise and go nicely
Lie myself down in the hammock out back
(Hooked from an oak and the rear of house
And fashioned from an old potato sack),
Content as a dog, a cat, or a mouse,
Or even as this tree, or the great sky
Flickering through the living boughs;
I do not fear rising into that eye
Of fire, nor do I ask the whys and hows;
If the sky should want me, let it take me;
I’m as ready now as I’ll ever be.

(For links to other transcendental poems by Arnold Schnabel, as well as to his sprawling memoir Railroad Train to Heaven, step firmly over to the right hand column of this page. New, never-before-published chapters of Arnold's magnum opus will be coming within the next couple of months!)