it was not true

René Magritte, La Perspective Amoureuse, 1936

René Magritte, La Perspective Amoureuse (The Loving Perspective), 1936

Today's art is from the Belgian surrealist, René Magritte (1898 - 1967). He was fascinated by doors, indeed, portals of all kinds, windows, mirrors, canvases, eyes, ears. By definition, a portal is always open; otherwise, it is not a portal. Those who pass through and into our lives know this well, even if we don't. 


out of the green
for André

you knocked on my door and
out of the green you came,
one friend lost 
(and much else besides),
the hurt of it all a seed
buried in the loam

you spoke of poetry, fish,
motorcyles and canoes
and of how no one in the world 
could ever love you

it was not true 

I knocked on your door and
into the green you disappeared,
taking what we had given 

had you left us the poem 
you never wrote, 
the germ and body of your soul, 
and no temple husk, 
we, who loved you,
might have found the one thing
that could answer all