Another Weeping Woman Poem by Wallace Stevens

Another Weeping Woman

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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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Amanda Byers 08 December 2023

That's lovely! ' Its in the water of tears'. I really like that line.

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