Henri Rousseau

(1844-1910)

 

Un tout petit oiseau

Sur l’epaule d’un ange

Ils chantent le louange

Du gentil Rousseau . . .

 – Guillaume Apollinaire

 

You, gentilhomme, sing bright colors

Of faded years into this ennui,

Through a dull present, of trackless

Locomotives passing through as I sit

In this nocturnal theater waiting

For the curtain to rise.

 

Vases of volcanic ash belch melodically

On either side of the stage, hanging

By cords of black hair

In which caterpillars wave tiny violins

To an audience of ethereal flies.

 

Now, I expect to be served

A mean of explicit contradictions

As I contemplate your simple art,

Clear – oh, so clear – as a spider

Nibbling on one’s leg, quietly.

The curtain suddenly drops to the floor

 

With peals of raucous clatter: the chandeliers

Twist restlessly, straining forward to see you –

Their whitened eyes growing dim in shrouds of black tears.

The stage is empty, except for you

With your violin of cheese & your bow of bread.

You turn abruptly, and summon

 

On stage an invisible orchestra:

They struggle on – and, all at last

(I can hear their scruffing on the boards –

You turn to the audience of one:

I rise and bow smartly

To you and your colleagues of quaint memory

 

 Merci, Monsieur Naiden.

Pour vous, nous jouerons

Queque chose de special – La Marseillaise!

 

You direct an orchestra of seals, now visible,

Bewhiskered and bedecked in your example:

Noble, in the manner of Le Douanier.

Your violin is asleep on the podium

While your bow soars

With aesthetic patriotism.

 

I watch attentively, as a forest of fervent notes

Marches past, their black boots smiling

In the aisles full of empty wine bottles.

 

Finally, I want to applaud,

As I resume my seat of warm daffodils,

But – the stage is suddenly deserted –

And I am sinking through my chair!

The daffodils are turning to ashes,

Cold ashes that feel of old flour –

And my hands are melting

In this oven of memories!

 

 

 

James Naiden was Born 1943, American, currently in Minneapolis, MN.  His most recent book The Chafings of Mortals, a novel was published December 2011.