The following poem was sent to us from Jane Van Doe.
To Vincent by Jane Van Doe
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
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"We spend our whole lives in unconscious exercise of the art of expressing our thoughts with the help of words."
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