In the foreground we see time and life
swept in a race
toward the left hand side of the picture
where shore meets shore.
But that meeting place
isn't represented;
it doesn't occur on the canvas.
For the other side of the bay
is Heaven and Eternity,
with a bleak white haze over its mountains.
And the immense water of L'Estaque is a go-between
for minute rowboats.
Far more than a mere description of Cezanne's painting. Brilliant poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But that meeting place isn't represented; it doesn't occur on the canvas. a good poem. tony