25
02
2007
Sonnet To Van Gogh
What if this day brought with it colors
wrought in tear-stained stone. Would it
then be a remembrance to dally on? What if
the sun were blotted out and the light became
awash in shadow? Would the day then be
a waving, rolling wheat field for you to
drown in? “But” you say, “that is not my doing.
I am only, after all, one who tumbles
with the wind and I thought I could respond
with grace and thus brighten the day by
stroking it with ochre and azure as if the sun
came out of my belly, and fields of poppies
came from my heart, like the love that is hidden
in skies of vermilion and French sidewalk cafe’s”
Oil on canvas 81.0 x 65.5 cm Arles 1888
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