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Man And Wife

Man And Wife

Tamed by Miltown, we lie on Mother’s bed;
The rising sun in war paint dyes us red;
In broad daylight her gilded bed-posts shine,
Abandoned, almost Dionysian.
At last the trees are green on Marlborough Street,
Blossoms on our magnolia ignite
The morning with their murderous five days’ white.
All night I’ve held your hand,
As if you had
A fourth time faced the kingdom of the mad
Its hackneyed speech, its homicidal eye
And dragged me home alive. . . .Oh my Petite,
Clearest of all God’s creatures, still all air and nerve:
You were in our twenties, and I,
Once hand on glass
And heart in mouth,
Outdrank the Rahvs in the heat
Of Greenwich Village, fainting at your feet
Too boiled and shy
And poker-faced to make a pass,
While the shrill verve
Of your invective scorched the traditional South.

Now twelve years later, you turn your back.
Sleepless, you hold
Your pillow to your hollows like a child;
Your old-fashioned tirade
Loving, rapid, merciless
Breaks like the Atlantic Ocean on my head.



Poem Man And Wife - Robert Lowell