pablo picasso Poems
- Dawn The dawn that day rose Just as the mist of the ...
- A Lonely Road Is That I Walked I walk a lonely road, the one ...
- Seasons 4 U I came into this world upon his command. ...
- Unmet Dreams I wanna sit there, talking to you for all ...
- No Words For This For once, looking out with pure eyes, ...
- When I See You I have always walked forth, not wanting ...
- Goodbye I was thrown away to fend for myself in the stars ...
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You know, it's just like being a peddler. You want two breasts? Well, here you aretwo breasts.... We must see to it that the man looking at the picture has at hand everything he needs to paint a...Pablo Picasso (1881-1973), Spanish artist. Quoted in Hélène Parmelin, Picasso: The Artist and His Model, and Other Recent Works, p. 16 (1965).
''The more technique you have, the less you have to worry about it. The more technique there is, the less there is.''Pablo Picasso (1881-1973), Spanish artist. quoted in Hélène Parmelin, Picasso Plain, ch. 4, published in France (1959, repr. 1963). Picasso descri...
''Is there anything more dangerous than sympathetic understanding?''Pablo Picasso (1881-1973), Spanish artist. Quoted in Hélène Parmelin, "Solitude," Picasso Says ... (1966, trans. 1969).
''If there were only one truth, you couldn't paint a hundred canvases on the same theme.''Pablo Picasso (1881-1973), Spanish artist. Quoted in Hélène Parmelin, "Truth," Picasso Says ... (1966, trans. 1969).
''They ought to put out the eyes of painters as they do goldfinches in order that they can sing better.''Pablo Picasso (1881-1973), Spanish artist. Quoted in Intransigeant (Paris, June 15, 1932).
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The dawn that day rose
Just as the mist of the night
Subsided like a foam descending
To reveal clear water ahead
The Bees in the hive stirred about
To retrieve more honey
It was on that day that I stared into the
Mirror of luck.
Hours passed by just
As flies whizzed under a scorchy sun
The foam above the crystal water rose again
The mist of the dusk rose high above me
shattering the mirror to grits
I plunged down from a mountain
Into the depths of dreariness
It was then that I acknowledged
What I've been ...