Wallace Stevens - Madame la Fleurie lyrics

Weight him down, O side-stars
With the great weightings of the end
Seal him there he looked in a glass of
The earth and thought he lived in it
Now, he brings all that he
Saw into the earth, to the waiting parent
His crisp knowledge is devoured by her
Beneath a dew

Weight him, weight
Weight him with the sleepiness of the moon
It was only a glass because he looked in
It it was nothing he could be told
It was a language he spoke, because he must
Yet did not know it was a page he had found
In the handbook of heartbreak

The black fugatos are strumming
The blackness of black
The thick strings stutter
The finial gutturals he does not lie there
Remembering the blue-jay, say the jay
His grief is that his mother should feed
On him, himself and what he saw
In that distant chamber, a bearded queen
Wicked in her dead light