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.
"Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour" - Collected Poems (1954)
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.
"Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour" - Collected Poems (1954)