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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) | |||
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? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ATELIER CEZANNE by CLARENCE MAJOR VAN GOGH'S DEATH by CLARENCE MAJOR A MINOR VAN GOGH (HE SPEAKS) by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER VINCENT VAN GOGH by WILLIAM JAY SMITH THE STARRY NIGHT by ANNE SEXTON FAREWELL TO VAN GOGH by CHARLES TOMLINSON FIRE TO FIRE by HELEN ANDERSON WINSLOW MORNING STAR by HARRIET R. BEAN BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON WE SAT DOWN AND WEPT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |
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