RENE MAGRITTE
by PAUL ELUARD
Translated by : Man Ray
Stairs of the eye
Through the bars of forms
A perpetual stairway Repose which does not exist
One of the steps is hidden by a cloud
Another by a big knife
Another by a tree which unrolls Like a carpet
Without gestures
All of the steps are hidden
Green leaves have been sown
Immense fields forests deducted
At the setting of leaden rails
Level with the clearings In the thin milk of the morning
The sand quenches with rays
The silhouettes of mirrors
Their shoulders pale and cold
Their decorative smiles
The tree is tinted with invulnerable fruits
