Geometry is to the plastic arts what grammar is to the art of the writer.
The poems I am writing at the moment will be much closer to your present way of thinking. I am trying to renew poetic style, but within a classical framework. On the other hand, I don't want to lapse into imitating others. (Letter to Picasso)
At last you're tired of this elderly world
Shepherdess O Eiffel Tower this morning the bridges are bleating
You're fed up living with antiquity
And love runs down like this
Water, love runs down.
How slow life is,
How violent hope is.
Nor days nor any time detain.
Time past or any love
Cannot come again.
O pretty ship, my memory
Isn't this far enough to sea,
And the sea not fit to drink?
Haven't we drifted far and lost
From fair dawn to dreary dusk?