When in the sea-light every early game Was played with love and, if death’s waters came, You’d rescue me. How I would take you from, Now, if I could, its whirling vacuum.
ATTRIBUTION:
Howard Moss (b. 1922), U.S. poet. Elegy for My Father (l. 29–32). . .
Contemporary American Poets, The; American Poetry since 1940. Mary Strand, ed. (1969) World Publishing Company.
