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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
VINCENT VAN GOGH, by HARRIET R. BEAN
First Line: These humble folk, which first his groping hand
Last Line: Graveward -- bequeath such beauty to the world?
Subject(s): Van Gogh, Vincent (1853-1890)
First Line: These humble folk, which first his groping hand
Last Line: Graveward -- bequeath such beauty to the world?
Subject(s): Van Gogh, Vincent (1853-1890)
These humble folk, which first his groping hand
Portrayed, down-trodden, sad, have power to stir
My soul as his, to make me understand
The passion which gripped their young interpreter.
These other canvasses almost outblaze
Nature's own sunshine; vivid blues of sky
And water, grasses green as springtime daze
My eyes with color and electrify
My senses. There a twisted cypress tree
Against a seething sky on a storm-torn field
Reflects the bitter inner agony
Of stark defeat and loneliness unrepealed.
How could he -- thwarted, loveless, early hurled
Graveward -- bequeath such beauty to the world?
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