Friday, December 03, 2021

Monologue On Cezanne

\I said there is a lemon wind in a painting by Cezanne

also an azure one, they are crosscurrents in the same wind actually,
I feel that this is so and so it must be
but going at different speeds on different tracks
you said (I think), I can't pinpoint your disease
it's time you were heading back...
so I walked a little way farther on
and said to myself
I will sing to myself by myself about the painting of Cezanne
about the azure then the lemon wind
I will find my way to the yellow house behind the trees
with a scarlet roof dappled a blue green mountain daubed
farther off
as if on a Chinese tapestry, the mountain I mean and in a dream with its requisite laurel
and you will never come to hear my heartfelt lectures on art and
the artist
ill at ease who wanted to live in a yellow house with an azure
breeze
and the trees far off when you see them in the painting even when
you are close as you can be so close you think you may fly off into
the lemon wind
and there at least God will listen to you.
I mean, to me.
mary angela douglas 3 december 2021

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