Man and Woman
Robert Lowell


The sheep start galloping in moon-blind wheels
shedding a dozen ewes—is it faulty vision?
Will we get them back...and everything,
marriage and departure, departure and marriage,
village to family, family to village—
all the sheep's parents in geometric progression?
It's too much heart-ache to go back to that—
not life-enhancing like the hour a student
first discovers the authentic Mother
on the Tuscan hills of Berenson,
or of Galileo, his great glass eye
admiring the spots on the erroneous moon...
I watch this night out grateful to be alone
with my wife—your slow pulse, my outrageous eye.