Picasso - E.E. Cummings

This is hard task for the boldest. Try to translate this poem by E.E. Cummings. Choose one of Picasso's paitings to illustrate it. (IT'S A FREE TASK).


Picasso

Picasso
you give us Things
which
bulge:grunting lungs pumped full of sharp thick mind


you make us shrill
presents always
shut in the sumptuous screech of
simplicity


(out of the
black unbunged
Something gushes vaguely a squeak of planes
or


between squeals of
Nothing grabbed with circular shrieking tightness
solid screams whisper.)
Lumberman of The Distinct


your brain's
axe only chops hugest inherent
Trees of Ego,from
whose living and biggest


bodies lopped
of every
prettiness

you hew form truly