拍品專文
This work will be included in the forthcoming volume of the Max Ernst Catalogue raisonné, currently being prepared by Werner Spies in collaboration with Sigrid Metken and Jürgen Pech.
Hill
Seen with the naked eye
this hill is twice as young
as its age
For your beautiful naked eyes
it decks itself in laden plumes
and a secret everyday sky
but
seen through a temperament
it turns to flame
turns purple
roars
trumpets and rumbles
in the silence of space
like
an enraged pyramid
which twice in every century laughs
laughs
its white and cloudy laugh
laughs
without rival or reason
It is then that its terrible song of love
explodes between two layers of ice
Max Ernst
Hill
Seen with the naked eye
this hill is twice as young
as its age
For your beautiful naked eyes
it decks itself in laden plumes
and a secret everyday sky
but
seen through a temperament
it turns to flame
turns purple
roars
trumpets and rumbles
in the silence of space
like
an enraged pyramid
which twice in every century laughs
laughs
its white and cloudy laugh
laughs
without rival or reason
It is then that its terrible song of love
explodes between two layers of ice
Max Ernst