Chagall in his book explains to us the challenges and the joy of being an artist at his time and universally. I hope i generated enough interest in his book to make you read it because his poetry is very touching and beautiful, enjoy!
"Green leaves rustling Your stones. Your graves. Hedgerows muddy river, prayers made. All that is before me. No words. It all lies deep within me, writhes and soars like my memory of you. Your pallor, the thinness of your hands, your dried skeletons, bring a lump to my throat. To whom shall i pray? How beseech you, beseech God through you, for a bit of happiness, of joy? I often look at the emptiness of the blue sky, I look at it dry-eyed, with pity and sadness. You know, my parents, I'm already a different man-sad and disillusioned of many things!
But enough! Au revoir!