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