René Magritte wrote on his painting famed,
expressed in English, ‘This is not a pipe',
a work by the artist formally named
‘The Treachery of Images', a swipe
perhaps at tension existing between
the representations and things portrayed,
as well as words to describe what they mean,
suggesting so-called realities laid
before us in literature or art
can never be other than semblance seems,
for depictions and things are worlds apart
though forged through illusion as if in dreams.
The image is that of a pipe indeed
albeit what's written says it is not.
While more might be mentioned, let us proceed
to Nebula Pipe in the spatial shot.
This place, for astronomer Barnard termed,
near center of galaxy Milky Way
isn't empty of stars research confirmed
but the dense dust conceals their bright array.
Ophiuchus Constellation where lies
the Pipe is called Serpent Bearer in Greek.
There celestial beams beyond its pipe guise
cannot even dare to play hide-and-seek.
Cold gas and dust clouds together as group
fashion the nebula, giving the cast
of bowl on the left with curling smoke loop
and stem on the right to form a pipe vast.
The clouds of dust interstellar in front
have blocked out any sidereal shine
through ‘sleight of hand' cosmic magician stunt
which only allows for a dark design
to be silhouetted as cloudy shape
of a pipe that's seen as picturesque lane
since the gleam from stars behind can't escape
the murkiness thick emboldened to reign.
No, it's not a pipe smoking up the sky
regardless of how its mien may impress,
as on earth when fleeting storm clouds outvie
the light of the sun which shines nonetheless…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem