Wallace Stevens (October 2, 1879 – August 2, 1955 / Pennsylvania / United States)
Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour
Light the first light of evening, as in a room
In which we rest and, for small reason, think
The world imagined is the ultimate good.
This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous.
It is in that thought that we collect ourselves,
Out of all the indifferences, into one thing:
Within a single thing, a single shawl
Wrapped tightly round us, since we are poor, a warmth,
A light, a power, the miraculous influence.
Here, now, we forget each other and ourselves.
We feel the obscurity of an order, a whole,
A knowledge, that which arranged the rendezvous.
Within its vital boundary, in the mind.
We say God and the imagination are one...
How high that highest candle lights the dark.
Out of this same light, out of the central mind,
We make a dwelling in the evening air,
In which being there together is enough.
Wallace Stevens's Other Poems
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- A High-Toned Old Christian Woman
- A Postcard From The Volcano
- A Rabbit As King Of The Ghosts
- Anecdote of the Jar
- Another Weeping Woman
- Bantams in Pine-woods
- Continual Conversation With A Silent Man
- Contrary Theses (II)
- Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock
- Domination Of Black
- Farewell To Florida
- Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour
- Frogs Eat Butterflies, Snakes Eat Frogs,...
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