I find my rightful place on the pin, thanks to the grace
of a million dancing angels
© Chagall ∞
I find my rightful place on the pin, thanks to the grace
of a million dancing angels
© Chagall ∞
Droplets
crystalline
tone
so quiet here
snow underfoot
crunch stones
of ice
quite pious here
light
astigmatic
stars
halos awash
in twilight
breathless, yet see
how my breath escapes me
I am frozen regaled
in powder-blue night
Chagall 2015
Angels topple from the heads of pins,
who knew there’d be so many?
I fail to feel triumphant
amid such sad hurrah.
Their anguished song as one rues the lesser vantage;
while I’d rather reign than occupy, pray than hope, I choose instead
to fly away and alight atop an ancient arch, not very far from the fall.
© Chagall 2014
I carry the dead
hushed voices on my shoulder
heaven cries, we weep
© Carlos Chagall, 2013