The Song of Love 1913Return, O my first happiness!
Joy inhabits the strange cities,
A new magic
has descended to earth
City of undreamed dreams,
Constructed by daemons
with such patience,
Faithful to you I will sing!
One day I too will be a
man of stone,
Bridegroom, widower on an Etruscan tomb...
That day,
maternal goddess, hold me tight
In your great embrace, of stone
-- Giorgio de Chirico, Ferrara 1917
The Disquieting Muses 1917
Great Metaphysical Interior 1917
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