Marc Chagall 'Progulka' ('A Stroll')
1917
'Happy'
I’ve no weight, I’m a kite,
Fly me high, hold on tight,
Don’t let go of my hand,
Bye-bye, land!
Keep your feet on the ground,
Planet Earth’s small and round,
With its oceans and all,
Like a ball.
Limitations disperse,
You are my universe,
Standing firmly, and bound
To the ground.
I am air, I am light,
I am day, I am night,
Watch me how I go whee!
Fly with me?
Burning bright, burning clear,
From this world disappear
In the blink of an eye
You and I.
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Today I'm linking this poem I wrote a while ago to The Mag #173
(and I accidentally deleted the original post..)
https://www.artsy.net/artist/marc-chagall
Today I'm linking this poem I wrote a while ago to The Mag #173
(and I accidentally deleted the original post..)
https://www.artsy.net/artist/marc-chagall
Very impressive; well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteSo musical, good movement throughout.
ReplyDeleteI agree ... the flow is so musical ... bright and breezy ... yup, happy! Well done!
ReplyDeleteLovely metrical poem . . rare in these days of unpunctuated, incomprehensible stuff.
ReplyDeleteReads like a song - love the third stanza. Perfect title - exactly how your poem leaves me feeling after reading it!
ReplyDeleteThank you all so much for your kind comments.
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely delightful ......... wheeeeee, I'm flying.
ReplyDeleteWhee...this was fun...
ReplyDeleteHelen, Tess, thank you. Whee... :-)
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