I have no story.
No masterpiece,
no grand release,
no claim to glory.
I live inside the artist’s brush,
the cooling night, the river’s rush,
the knocking of the woodland Thrush;
in Plato’s Allegory.
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Art by Remedios Varo
I have no story.
No masterpiece,
no grand release,
no claim to glory.
I live inside the artist’s brush,
the cooling night, the river’s rush,
the knocking of the woodland Thrush;
in Plato’s Allegory.
***
Art by Remedios Varo