Van Gogh's Starry Night
On a starry night he walked
to the foot of a leafless birch.
The moon cascaded its light.
It was the bluest of the blue that night.
The steeples rose and the roofs
were bathing in the serenade of blue.
His fevered brow felt the icy calm.
His eyes closed and took in the sky.
In one quick breath the universe wrote
the entire saga of his life
on the canvas he had carried on his tired back.
It was a delirium of blue on the palette and the sky.
He dipped his brush in blue
and let it swirl in spirals;
dipped again in amber, and let the birch rise
in a leafless glory ascending to the sky.
It was the night when the agony
turned into a raging flight
to tear the veil from the reality,
and the sky answered to his dream of
ending the world of duality.
Sushama Karnik. (c). moon
Francoise Dhulesia
I admire the way you invite the reader to feel the painter's frenzied passion for the sky! You live the act of painting through the artist.
What struck me most's: "the universe wrote the entire saga of his life on the canvas": the roles seem almost reversed in this moment of extreme passion, the sky personified, the artist and his subject in a perfect symbiosis!
I would have loved to study the poem with my pupils, on a stylistic point of you!
Sushama Karnik
Your wish to study the poem with your pupils is the highest compliment I could hope for. Thank you so much Francoise. I have noticed also the kind of teacher who lives inside you. You never use the word "teaching" for the role you play for your students; you are always studying, discussing the text alongside your students. I like this living vibrancy of the role of the teacher.
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