And the dusty green and brown
Rhomboids, there’s a Cézanne feel,
Complete with motionlessness,
Complete with orderliness.
Now how much meaning is there,
Now that you’ve dropped in Cézanne?
A lot more, if you’re the sort
Who’s thought often of Cézanne,
None, if Cézanne’s a strange name
To you, a foreign language.
Just what is a Cézanne feel?
The window frame can’t contain
Any meaningful essay,
But you are the south window.
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