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.

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.

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.

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.