Cezanne Study - the House of the Hanged Man

CEZANNE STUDY – The House of the Hanged Man Late Autumn Buried in a hill, Steep as descent from humanity, A country house stands. It’s late autumn, Deep, sick autumn – Deep as the plunging cellar door, And fronting, its branches stripped, begging skyward, This raped tree Which no longer hides the window – The window, like a large, trumpeting mouth. *No E flat clarinet here, *No Eulenspiegel, opaque humor. No – The whole, a ground interment, Is color of rotting flesh, This God-awful house! *Til Eulenspiegel was a German buffoon who delighted in playing nasty tricks on the nobility. He was hanged. *The E flat clarinet is high pitched, capable of sounding the pitiful cries of Til as he mounts the scaffold