Tonight I am struggling with what I want to say. It is too complex. So tonight you get to read this poem by Wallace Stevens. Forgive the tristesse. I am sad for someone. But it’s always darkest before dawn.
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 worldLeaves you
With him for whom no phantasy moves,
And you are pierced by a death.WALLACE STEVENS