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
