Joan Miró
The wind’s tongue.
The always clear cobalt sky
bit at
your painting.
In a prehistoric poster
words doze like pebbles.
A gallop of feathers
kidnaps
Read Poem The always clear cobalt sky
bit at
your painting.
In a prehistoric poster
words doze like pebbles.
A gallop of feathers
kidnaps
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René Magritte
Released silhouettes
flow incessantly like water,
flow between mountains
swiftly like a kaleidoscope.
The solitude of the North Pole
bustles with human silhouettes.
Endless transmission of ABC.
On the shredded shore
Read Poem flow incessantly like water,
flow between mountains
swiftly like a kaleidoscope.
The solitude of the North Pole
bustles with human silhouettes.
Endless transmission of ABC.
On the shredded shore
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Yves Tanguy
Is it a weightless pistol —
your hand.
The tail of smoke
like a limitless conversation
risks blooming and death.
The head of a desert.
A blank crawls parallel to lines of combed hair.
A barometer pursued its dream
Read Poem your hand.
The tail of smoke
like a limitless conversation
risks blooming and death.
The head of a desert.
A blank crawls parallel to lines of combed hair.
A barometer pursued its dream
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