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.

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky

Now let's make this an evening
Lovers for a night, lovers for tonight.
Stay here with me, love, tonight.
Just for an evening
When we make
Our passion pictures.
You and me twist up,
Secret creatures.
And we'll stay here.
Tomorrow go back to being friends.

Where we would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright. That was where we could go.

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.

Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table.

It is a beauteous evening, calm and free,
The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration.

Each for himself, we all sustain
The durance of our ghostly pain;
Then to Elysium we repair,
The few, and breathe this blissful air.

So let us sleep outside tonight,
Lay down in our mother's arms,
for here we can rest safely.

Night is
breathing
close to us,
dark, soft.

And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.

We are the night ocean filled
with glints of light. We are the space
between the fish and the moon,
while we sit here together.

How joyful to be together, alone
as when we first were joined
in our little house by the river
long ago, except that now we know

each other, as we did not then;
and now instead of two stories fumbling
to meet, we belong to one story
that the two, joining, made. And now

we touch each other with the tenderness
of mortals, who know themselves

As we are so wonderfully done with each other
We can walk into our separate sleep
on floors of music where the milkwhite cloak of childhood
lies