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Paul Cezanne
by James Shammas (Age: 44)
copyright 02-12-2006


Age Rating: 10 to 127

 
In a rare azure blue of this morning's mind,
I saw the red rocks of Bibemus quarry
Splintered with specks of yellow ocher,
A chiffonade of unripe orange rind
One could almost taste as I remembered,
Wistfully walking along Le Tholonet road
Another morning years ago. I was bold
To leave New Jersey in early April
To stand under Mont Sainte-Victoire,
Looking up at your monument, then down,
Guessing where you collapsed or was found,
Searching for its summit's shifting fire.

There must be reasons why I recall it now,
Surrounded by so much insipid gray,
A Miltonic winter where Stevens's snowman plays
And Keats's Psyche can only push and plough
Through a dull and dozing half-dreaming brain.
Wintry days like these remind me of Stevens:
That death is the mother of beauty; that it is
Enough to crawl in the dark halls of imagination,
In the mawkish museum of the wanting mind,
Where-- somehow-- the summit shimmers even more.
I see it waving its many-colored flames
That you've unveiled to all the yawning world.


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02-13-2006 Gregory Christiano    

Jim: Interesting condensed history and mini-bio of a great man. The language is lucid and lyrical. Great imagery also and unusual analogies with other authors (the artist and the poets). All done with an economy of words. Very nice.
02-13-2006 Brian Dickenson    

Once again you had me reaching for my Oxford.
Chiffonade is not in, neither is it in Bob's.
Is it a foreign word?
I have found this a very thought provoking tho lilting and lyrical piece.
As we would expect from you.
Keep up the good works.
Brian.
02-13-2006 Richard Reed Jr    

This is one of the most professional poems I've seen. great metaphors and vivid descriptions. I especially enjoyed:
In the rare azure blue of this morning's mind,
A chiffonade of unripe orange rind
One could almost taste as I remembered
Simple in its suffering, wanting just to see
And be seen as just another wondrous thing

You didn't blast us in the face, just lightly and tantalizingly tickled our senses.

Great work Jim,

Rich
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