PREVIOUS NEXT FIRST Leaning against the Light...
Cezanne's House With Cracked Walls
Leaning against the Light
sifting throughout the trees

Winds melt or fall (as if
they were too heavy for their knees)

scattering a sparkling Scent
even quick eyes cannot collect

& then dissolve into an Introspect-
ion deeper than the most profound


In silence does The Light
burn up the atmosphere

& crashes on The Woodlands
all the year

in Silence--Where a parade
of prating mourners passes

carrying a crowning ray
that's perished! over the next mountain

--A brighter Day
than they could ever take away

Then they convey themselves
back through th'mute dismay

of Darkness over the silent grasses
between Deliverance and Doom

in a scream burning & sere

and re-appear
with a crash of hearse

that cracks the universe!

fell in the balance