Beth Camp Historical Fiction

Monday, April 22, 2013

S is for Starry, starry night . . .

"Starry Night Over the Rhone" by Vincent Van Gogh (Wikipedia)

Even after all these years,
I cannot listen to this song
without tears.
I remember waiting in line for hours
to see an exhibit of paintings by you, Vincent,
and at the end, in the last room,
we stood silent,
for there was nothing to say
before or after or since:
Your paintings in a museum,
your letters preserved,
your anguish even now
barely understood.
Yet this song celebrates it all:
paintings, letters, anguish,
for all those who
make some thing beautiful,
for all those who have eyes to see.

"Vincent" by Don McLean
Slideshow by Anthony di Fatta