Bridge of Maincy, by Paul Cézanne
Only what is within you is near; all else is far.
And this within: so packed and pressured,
barely contained, unsayable.
The island could be a star so insignificant
that space in its terrible blindness takes no note
and mindlessly destroys it.
Thus, unillumined and unheard,
but that all this may yet come to an end,
it continues doggedly its self-invented course,
alone, outside the patterns made
by planets and the suns they orbit.