Le Montagne St.Victoire, by Paul Cézanne
I come home from the soaring
in which I lost myself.
I was song, and the refrain which is God
is still roaring in my ears.
Now I am still
and plain:
no more words.
From The Book of Hours I, 50
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Maybe I need to be "still and plain". :)
ReplyDeleteLovely Cezanne to match the poetry.
this one troubles me.
ReplyDeletethe thought that we could be lost in the soaring tells us better to never spread our wings. i got lost in the falling.
and God as a still small voice like a sparrow in the morning is lovely; but roaring in my ear?
ewwwww!
and i absolutely cringe to the ending.
i've had days like this
thoughts like this
poems like this
i'd rather not
rick
After soaring with the sound of wind in our ears, upon landing the voice of silence stills us....this one took a while to to feel and appreciate.
ReplyDeleteI remember as a young woman visiting France for the first time and being in a room full of Cezanne's. The sight of them was visceral and my knees went a little wobbly. I had seen a lot of art and this was the first time that I felt how art can approach the sublime.
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