This house, pitched now The dark wide stretch Of plains and ocean To these hills over The night-filled river, Billows with night, Swells with the rooms Of sleeping children, pulls Slowly from this bed, Slowly returns, pulls and holds, Is held where we Lock all distances! Ah, how the distances Spiral from that Secrecy: Room, Rooms, roof Spun to the huge Midnight, and into The rings and rings of stars.
—Henry W. Rago
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from A Sky of Late Summer, 1963
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Copyright 1963 by Henry W. Rago.
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Reprinted by permission of Christina Rago. Copyright 1963 by The Macmillan Company. For further permissions information, contact Christina Rago, Box 481, Lincoln, MA, 01773.
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Henry W. Rago
Henry W. Rago (1915-1969), former editor of Poetry Magazine, authored the poetry collection Sky of Late Summer (University of Chicago Press, 1963).