Father, Child, Water by Gary Dop : American Life in Poetry

The Poetry Foundation

Library of Congress

University of Nebraska
at Lincoln

American Life in Poetry: Column 178

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE

We mammals are ferociously protective of our young, and we all know not to wander in between a sow bear and her cubs. Here Minnesota poet Gary Dop, without a moment’s hesitation, throws himself into the water to save a frightened child.

Father, Child, Water

I lift your body to the boat

before you drown or choke or slip too far

beneath. I didn’t think—just jumped, just did

what I did like the physics

that flung you in. My hands clutch under

year-old arms, between your life

jacket and your bobbing frame, pushing you,

like a fountain cherub, up and out.

I’m fooled by the warmth pulsing from

the gash on my thigh, sliced wide and clean

by an errant screw on the stern.

No pain. My legs kick out blood below.

My arms strain

against our deaths to hold you up

as I lift you, crying, reaching, to the boat.

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 © by Gary Dop. Reprinted from New Letters, Vol. 74, No. 3, Spring 2008, by permission of Gary Dop. Introduction copyright © 2012 by The Poetry Foundation. The introduction's author, Ted Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 2004-2006. We do not accept unsolicited manuscripts.

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