Wallace Stevens - Another Weeping Woman lyrics
[Wallace Stevens - Another Weeping Woman lyrics]
Pour the unhappiness out
From your too bitter heart
Which grieving will not sweeten
Poison grows in this dark
It is in the water of tears
Its black blooms rise
The magnificent cause of being
The imagination, the one reality
In this imagined world
Leaves you
With him for whom no phantasy moves
And you are pierced by a death
From your too bitter heart
Which grieving will not sweeten
Poison grows in this dark
It is in the water of tears
Its black blooms rise
The magnificent cause of being
The imagination, the one reality
In this imagined world
Leaves you
With him for whom no phantasy moves
And you are pierced by a death