Created
Works
Favorite Books
- Where the Red Fern Grows by Wilson Rawls
- Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
- On the Road by Jack Kerouac
- Crime and Punishement by Fyodor Dostoyvesky
- Desolation Angels by Jack Kerouac
Selected Poem
Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour
Light the first light of evening
In which we rest, for small reason,
think
The world imagined is the ultimate good
This, therefore, the intensest
rendevouz.
It is in that thought we collect
ourselves,
Out of all difference, into one thing;
With a single thing, a single shawl
Wrapped tightly around us, since we
are poor, a warmth,
A light, a power, the miraculous
influence.
Here, now, we forget each other and
oursleves.
We feel the obscurity of an order, a
whole,
A knowledge, that which arranges the
rendevouz.
With 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 (1879-1955)