Across the summer
the dogs of the big houses
bark into the dusk.
I see the lights go
on one by one. Old houses.
The water survives
the summer people.
Across the darkling Bay raw
voices deepen night.
Across the summer
the dogs of the big houses
bark into the dusk.
I see the lights go
on one by one. Old houses.
The water survives
the summer people.
Across the darkling Bay raw
voices deepen night.
The repetition and difference of images take the reader through the reader through the languid rhythms of summer. The closing lines’ ‘raw voices’ echo the dogs of teh big houses in hte poem’s opening. They could either be dogs or people opr both or the voices of all creatures. The reader is thus brought into the community of life in the summer.