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Constantin Brancusi's "The Column Without End"

(Ekphrasis)

 

There once was a man who talked to the stone

Calming down all its fears of being alone

They spent all his life synchronized into shape

At one point - both realized there was no escape

"I'll turn you into a "Bird", "A Silent Muse"and a "Kiss"

and so many sculptures..." - the artist promised -

"I'll give you myself "... So he used all his talent

Thus carving immortality - "The Column Without End"

Erected in Romania - reminder of his roots

The cycle of life in rhombuses salutes

The Heavens from which Brancusi looks down

At his "Gate", "Silent Table" in his old, native town.