Olon hun sanal niilehguy baih l daa. Gehdee 20 zuunii hamgiin mundag Amerik yaruu nairagch bol yah argaguy Wallace Stevens. Guitsed oilgoj barahguy ch gesen yadaj unshaad suuh ni tarhinii asar tom dasgal yum daa gegege (Stevens ene shulgiig uuruu unshij baigaag endees sonsooroy).
Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour
Light of 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 though 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 the same light, out of the central mind,
We make a dwelling in the evening air,
In which being there together is enough.
Addendum: Open Yale Course lecture on Wallace Stevens