Monday, March 31, 2014

Separate things

(Magritte, Infinite Gratitude - 1963)


As for who I was
leave it in the past
together with 
the settled dust
and the leftovers.

As for who I am
take it out for dinner
and journeys to places
my feet have never been to
not even in dreams.

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2 comments:

  1. Kerry O'Connor4/01/2014

    This is a remarkable reading of Magritte's painting. His work is like a doorway into another dimension and your poem offers the same experience.

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  2. Anonymous4/02/2014

    I like the sentiments, and concur this is an exquisite take on the painting ~

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