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.
Another Weeping Woman
Wallace Stevens
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Poem topics: dark, death, heart, water, world, rise, bitter, reality, black, poison, magnificent, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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