And for what, except for you, do I feel love?Do I press the extremest book of the wisest man Close to me, hidden in me day and night?In the uncertain light of single, certain truth,Equal in living changingness to the lightIn which I meet you, in which we sit at rest,For a moment in the central of our being,The vivid transparence that you bring is peace.
-Wallace Stevens
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