Harmonium (Stevens)/Another Weeping Woman
Another Weeping Woman
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.