Wednesday, April 6, 2016

A Month of Favorite Poetry, Day #6

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,
no belly,
no cry. 

1 comment:

  1. '...i dream and then i wake and paint my dream'

    this was a lovely piece that captured encapsulated my memory of when i look at 'stary night'

    this was breathtakinly relatable

    gracias mi amiga for sharing such loveliness

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