Pour the unhappiness out <br />From your too bitter heart, <br />Which grieving will not sweeten. <br /> <br />Poison grows in this dark. <br />It is in the water of tears <br />Its black blooms rise. <br /> <br />The magnificent cause of being, <br />The imagination, the one reality <br />In this imagined world <br /> <br />Leaves you <br />With him for whom no phantasy moves, <br />And you are pierced by a death.<br /><br />Wallace Stevens<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/another-weeping-woman/
