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Thursday, February 4, 2021

Escape into Life (Yves Tanguy), Sonnet #549


 












A baby sits on a giant cherry

While the depleted sun falls through a cloud.

We escape into life not knowing how

We got on and off the forgone ferry.

We’re next to nothing, an ignorant crowd,

Unmovable when we don’t start a row.

The unrecognizable in our minds,

A blurred landscape that writhes, twisting, and winds

Around ideas, resolves from nameless shapes

Into the wonderland of snakes and apes.

All’s not dust said old iron to its rust.

Shrill winds erase the nothing gust by gust.

But the baby will grow and see beyond

Terrors, his mind become a magic wand.


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