Explore "Another Weeping Woman" by Wallace Stevens on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
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.