The Happy Amateur: Marc Chagall

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

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

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Here’s to a Russian-Jewish-French-universal artist I’m very fond of

Marc Chagall

(7 July 1887 – 28 March 1985)

He invited Paris to a small town wedding,

And taught New York a foreign word “Vitebsk.”

Accepted and praised he was, loved and spared

But the turbulent times that uprooted his genius

Kept his soul locked up in suspended limbo

Till he drew his last breath that finally freed him

Sent him riding the clouds all the way home.

The Happy Amateur