{"id":8908,"date":"2016-05-30T23:00:52","date_gmt":"2016-05-30T21:00:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/?p=8908"},"modified":"2018-09-29T22:47:17","modified_gmt":"2018-09-29T20:47:17","slug":"wallace-stevens-leste-monolooch-fan-de-beminde-binnenyn","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/?p=8908","title":{"rendered":"Wallace Stevens, L\u00easte monolooch fan de beminde binnenyn<\/em>"},"content":{"rendered":"

 
\nL\u00easte monolooch fan de beminde binnenyn<\/em><\/big><\/p>\n

Untstek it<\/nobr> earste ljocht fan de j\u00fbn, as yn in keamer
\nW\u00earyn\u2019t wy \u00fas deljouwe en s\u00fbnder folle gr\u00fbn tinke
\nDat de ferbylde wr\u00e2ld it heechste goed is.<\/p>\n

D\u00earom is dit it ynmoedichste rendez-vous.
\nIt is de tins w\u00earyn\u2019t wy gearkomme,
\nUt alle \u00fbnbenullichheden wei, yn ien ding:<\/p>\n

Binnen in inkeld ding, earm as wy binne
\nIn inkelde sjaal strak om \u00fas hinne wuolle, in waarmte,
\nIn ljocht, in kr\u00eaft, de w\u00fbndere ynfloed.<\/p>\n

Hjir en no ferjitte wy inoar en \u00fassels.
\nWy fiele de tsjusterheid fan in oarder, in gehiel,
\nIn witten, dat wat it rendez-vous arranzjearre,<\/p>\n

Binnen syn fitale begrinzing, yn de geast.
\nWy sizze dat God en de ferbylding ien binne…
\nHoe heech ferljochtet dy heechste kears it tsjuster.<\/p>\n

Ut itselde ljocht wei, \u00fat de sintrale geast wei,
\nMeitsje wy in wente yn de j\u00fbnsloft,
\nD\u00earyn tegearre w\u00eaze is gen\u00f4ch.<\/p>\n

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Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour<\/em><\/big><\/p>\n

Light the first light of evening, as in a room
\nIn which we rest and, for small reason, think
\nThe world imagined is the ultimate good.<\/p>\n

This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous.
\nIt is in that thought that we collect ourselves,
\nOut of all the indifferences, into one thing:<\/p>\n

Within a single thing, a single shawl
\nWrapped tightly round us, since we are poor, a warmth,
\nA light, a power, the miraculous influence.<\/p>\n

Here, now, we forget each other and ourselves.
\nWe feel the obscurity of an order, a whole,
\nA knowledge, that which arranged the rendezvous,<\/p>\n

Within its vital boundary, in the mind.
\nWe say God and the imagination are one . . .
\nHow high that highest candle lights the dark.<\/p>\n

Out of this same light, out of the central mind,
\nWe make a dwelling in the evening air,
\nIn which being there together is enough.<\/p>\n

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Ut The Rock<\/em>, 1954. YouTube: Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour<\/em> foardroegen troch Wallace Stevens sels.<\/p>\n