by Wallace Stevens (1879 - 1955)
Another weeping woman
Language: English
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.
Text Authorship:
- by Wallace Stevens (1879 - 1955), "Another weeping woman", appears in Harmonium [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Robin Holloway (b. 1943), "Another weeping woman", op. 39 no. 2 (1978-9), published [1979] [tenor and harp], from The noon's repose, no. 2, [London?] : Boosey & Hawkes [text not verified]
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This text was added to the website: 2012-02-19
Line count: 12
Word count: 60