Saturday, January 3, 2015

In Auvers


                                   ... in Auvers / beneath grey stone

            ... Vincent's bones

                                                                   ... I wonder if he still struggles

                                                                                                                       ... with green ... and yellow






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  1. Geo.January 3, 2015 at 7:54 PM

    Intensely provocative poem, which I've read 3 times and thought this: Vincent's time on earth was just as real as ours. His struggles remain in it --his contribution to art, thought, feeling and beauty. His essays at solution are his gift to the future. So yes, the struggle continues. Good thing too.

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    1. Teresa EvangelineJanuary 4, 2015 at 11:53 AM

      Geo., you so often see what I see, and I'm so very grateful ... :)

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  2. WildBillJanuary 4, 2015 at 6:11 PM

    I'm imagining that his struggles, reflected in those colors, are still alive to this day (although they may no longer belong to him).

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