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Column 615

Love Poem

Intro by Ted Kooser
01.01.2017

I’m fond of poems in which we see peo­ple work­ing togeth­er, help­ing one anoth­er. I’ve nev­er fold­ed a sail, nor seen any­body fold one, but here I get to watch it hap­pen, and feel it hap­pen, too. Alan Feld­man is from Mass­a­chu­setts and his most recent book is Immor­tal­i­ty (Uni­ver­si­ty of Wis­con­sin Press, 2015). 

Love Poem

The sail is so vast when it's laid out on the driveway.
I stake it with a screwdriver through the shackle
at the tack to stretch it smooth,
pulling on the head and clew. Now it's smooth
as a night's worth of new snow.

My wife, my partner, has been torn from her busy day.
We face each other across the sail's foot
and with my right hand and her left hand
(I'm right handed, she's left handed)
we pull an arm's length of the sail
down over itself, then do this again,
keeping my left hand, and her right hand, towards the foot.

Each fold is easier since the sail grows narrower
near the top. Then we fold towards each other
and I wrap my arms around it, while she holds the bag's mouth open,
the gray bag that will cover it through the winter.
Then I thank her. And the driveway is visible again
as it is in spring, when all the snow has melted.

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We do not accept unsolicited submissions. American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2014 by Alan Feldman, “Love Poem,” from Immortality (University of Wisconsin Press,2015). Poem reprinted by permission of Alan Feldman and the publisher. Introduction copyright © 2024 by The Poetry Foundation.