Love Poem in Twos and Threes
--Robert Bly 

What kind of people
Are these? Some stammer
Of land, some
Want nothing but light--
No house or land
Thrown away for a woman,
No ample recklessness.
How  much I need
A woman's soul, felt
In my own knees,
Shoulders and hands.
I was born sad!
I am a northern goat
Of winter light,
Up to my knees in snow.
Standing by you, I am
Glad as the clams
At high tide, eerily
Content as the amorous
Ocean owls.