Tuesday, 27 November 2012

Day 158: Another Weeping Woman

'Weeping Woman' - Picasso
 Here is a poem about grief and loss and sorrow but also, the 'finitude' of the imagination.

Wallace Stevens was a firm believer in the power of the imagination for good or for bad, 'the magnificent cause of being','the one reality in this imagined world.' 

I am intrigued no end by this poem. And little has been written on it in the way of criticism, analysis...  But regardless, it seems to say so much, well, to me personally. What about you?

Another Weeping Woman - Wallace Stevens

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. 

1 comment:

  1. A webpage from 2012. How interesting. Here I am 7 years later, searching for an analysis of this poem for my senior project. 05/05/2019 - 8:42 PM

    Good luck fellow reader, maybe this webpage will be unindexed from google and never seen again.


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