by Robert Bly
...Turning toward Milan, we see the other one, the moon,
whole and rising.
Three wild geese make dark spots in that part of the sky.
Under the shining one the pastures leap forward,
Grass fields rolling as in October, the sow-colored fields
near the river.
This rising one lights the pair of pintails alert in the
It shines on those faithful to each other, alert in the early
And the life of faithfulness goes by like a river,
With no one noticing it.
please note: photo by zanmanzmama