João Tomaz Parreira

Picasso

Picasso gives us Things
which disorganize our eyes
The lines fly parallel
but later they break away
The faces begin
suddenly by profile
The olden Demoiselles
a today’s shape tomorrow is no more
Picasso leaves the head
our head, irreparable.

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Poem Edited: Friday, October 15, 2010

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  • Kee Thampi (10/16/2006 5:22:00 AM)

    Picasso leaves the head
    our head, irreparable.

    you makes a art of heavn in...

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  • Poetry Hound (10/11/2006 4:31:00 PM)

    I like the image of disorganizing our eyes.

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