Alan Dugan, Valentine

By Jessica PiazzaFebruary 14, 2013

Alan Dugan, Valentine

ONE OF MY favorite songs of all time is “Hallelujah.” Leonard Cohen delivered it in his infamous deadpan in 1984, but it gained prominence via covers, most famously a heart-shattering rendition by the brilliant, ill-fated Jeff Buckley.


I wouldn’t give that song as a Valentine.


But I mention it because my favorite love poem is Alan Dugan’s “Love Song: I and Thou,” and it has a lot in common with “Hallelujah.” Both describe the hair’s thin line between adoration and despair. Both urge us to remember that love is human and difficult and chaotic. Cohen’s “love is not a victory march.” Dugan’s is a hell he plans and covets. Despite blackness and pain, both think love is ultimately worthy of unadulterated praise. As do I.


— Jessica Piazza


 


Alan Dugan, “Love Song: I and Thou”


 


Nothing is plumb, level, or square:


     the studs are bowed, the joists


are shaky by nature, no piece fits


     any other piece without a gap


or pinch, and bent nails


     dance all over the surfacing


like maggots. By Christ


     I am no carpenter. I built


the roof for myself, the walls


     for myself, the floors


for myself, and got


     hung up in it myself. I


danced with a purple thumb


     at this house-warming, drunk


with my prime whiskey: rage.


     Oh I spat rage’s nails


into the frame-up of my work:


     it held. It settled plumb,


level, solid, square and true


     for that great moment. Then


it screamed and went on through,


     skewing as wrong the other way.


God damned it. This is hell,


     but I planned it. I sawed it,


I nailed it, and I


     will live in it until it kills me.


I can nail my left palm


     to the left-hand crosspiece but


I can’t do everything myself.


     I need a hand to nail the right,


a help, a love, a you, a wife.


[more Valentine's Day poems]

LARB Contributor

Jessica Piazza is the author of the poetry collection Interrobang (Red Hen Press, 2013) and the chapbook This is not a sky (Black Lawrence Press, forthcoming 2014). Born and raised in Brooklyn, New York, she is currently a PhD candidate in English Literature and Creative Writing at the University of Southern California. She is a co-founder of Bat City Review and Gold Line Press and a contributing editor at The Offending Adam.

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