American Life In Poetry
January 23, 2020
This is the sixth of Marge Saiser’s poems to appear in my column, and I’ve written elsewhere how much I admire her work. This poem is typical of her clear, accessible poetry of close observation. I am especially taken by her capture of the flash of overhead light in the passing car. Marvelous. This poem is from her recent book, Learning to Swim, from Stephen F. Austin State University Press. Saiser lives in Nebraska in the warm months and Arizona in the cold.
I Save My Love
I save my love for what is close,
for the dog’s eyes, the depths of brown
when I take a wet cloth to them