Hank on the wall above
A 'perfect painted portrait'
Painted by an unskilled Artist
Who claims it's the best
the world have ever seen
A false portrayal of nature!
I took a deeper look at it
Making sure my eyes an't Blair
How could the sky be green?
How could the trees be pink?
How could the river be red?
Or the birds without a wing?
A false portrayal of nature!
He falsely portrays the nature
Yet claims he needs no lecture
Whom is he deceiving?
And what is he depicting?
A false portrayal of nature!
Oh, stop this self-deceit
And call a spade a spade
The sky can never be green
The river can never be red
Neither trees are ever pink
Nor a bird without a wing
A false portrayal of nature
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I often wonder why so many people pay a hefty fee to enter a museum full of paintings. When I was working in Ghent, our department organized a trip to the Louvre in Paris because there was an exhibition of Van Gogh. I volunteered to be on call that Sunday and spend my Saturday in nature. These are the thoughts and memories that were provoked in my mind while reading this poem. A very well written poem.