I love the night sky...I love the moonlight and the star shine. I love the colorful bizarre world displayed inside each of Van Gogh's paintings. And I love Anne Sexton. So, this poem is a 'win' either way we go.
It is refreshing, though, to see a contemporary poet derive inspiration from a classic artist. I oftentimes look upon works of art for my own inspiration. Perhaps us writers are more alike in more ways than we think.
I like everything of Anne's, so this post is really partial. But....this poem is still amazing.
The Starry Night
by Anne Sexton
That does not keep me from having a terrible need of - shall I say the word - religion. Then I go out at night to paint the stars.
- Vincent Van Gogh in a letter to his brother
The town does not exist
except where one black-haired tree slips
up like a drowned woman into the hot sky.
The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars.
Oh starry night! This is how
I want to die.
It moves. They are all alive.
Even the moon bulges in its orange irons
to push children, like a god, from its eye.
The old unseen serpent swallows up the stars.
Oh starry starry night! This is how
I want to die:
into that rushing beast of the night,
sucked up by that great dragon, to split
from my life with no flag,