An image of my grandmother <br />her head appearing upside-down upon a cloud <br />the cloud transfixed on the steeple <br />of a deserted railway-station <br />far away <br /> <br />An image of an aqueduct <br />with a dead crow hanging from the first arch <br />a modern-style chair from the second <br />a fir-tree lodged in the third <br />and the whole scene sprinkled with snow <br /> <br />An image of a piano-tuner <br />with a basket of prawns on his shoulder <br />and a firescreen under his arm <br />his moustache made of clay-clotted twigs <br />and his cheeks daubed with wine <br /> <br />An image of an aeroplane <br />the propellor is rashers of bacon <br />the wings are of reinforced lard <br />the tail is made of paper-clips <br />the pilot is a wasp <br /> <br />An image of the painter <br />with his left hand in a bucket <br />and his right hand stroking a cat <br />as he lies in bed <br />with a stone beneath his head <br /> <br />And all these images <br />and many others <br />are arranged like waxworks <br />in model bird-cages <br />about six inches high.<br /><br />David Gascoyne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-very-image-to-rene-magritte/
