The following poem was sent to us from Jane Van Doe.

To Vincent by Jane Van Doe

Van Goghs Grave

To Vincent... who will never know

The love I feel and cannot show
Of kaleidoscopes on linen snow

To Vincent... shaded as a fool
Whose isolation fractured rules
With genius crowned delusional

To Vincent... socially denied
Whose brilliance is immortalized
By majesty viewed through his eyes

To Vincent... dubbed an albatross
Who dwelled in dreams of splendor lost
Whose vision held a fatal cost

To Vincent... bathed in spectral light
Whose palette moved him to vast heights
Whose epic is A Starry Night

© 1986 JVD







Enclosed Field with a Sower in the Rain Quay with Men Unloading Sand Barges Field with Factory View of Saintes-Maries with Cemetery
Enclosed Field with a Sower in the Rain Quay with Men Unloading Sand Barges Field with Factory View of Saintes-Maries with Cemetery
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