CHAGALL'S POET

Chgall with poets eyes.One to see reality,and the other one to dream.Writing the written narrative of the real-unreal .Bottled to the river and the sea.Or relieved to freedom.Encircled  by the heart,all out and open ,or the mature flutter in bloom,or withered.And now the time is "HALF PAST THREE"forever.
The lonely poet,the young Chagall,in The City of Light.Coming to see them all,even veiled.
To see or not to see.With other young Russian painters.
Chagall's sign painting ,like in his POET,is present with him or without,in his canvas,murals,stained glass windows and ceilings.They are his life in 98 productive years.
And the beat goes on...