In Memory Of Vincent Van Gogh (1853- 1890) Poem by DM W
In Memory Of Vincent Van Gogh (1853- 1890)
O he dragged the weight of dark centuries
Up towards the Light. O he plucked cold stars,
From the vast, solitary realms of night,
And reanimated them on his canvas:
In fiery golds and bold oranges.
Although he was thunderstruck, and indeed
His blessed powers were curtailed by raging
Bouts of madness, he was a trailblazer:
A comet charting unknown galaxies
Of vision. His swirling brushstrokes and his
Vibrant colours electrified consciousness.
He was an original, master artist.
2) He was disappointed already when his mother compared him constantly with her eldest son who died one year before Vincent was born on the SAME DATE.. As if he did not exist, only his dead elder brother. As the basic Vincent was already a neurotic person. A kid feels as the quickest if a mother loves a him or not. He could never choose a subject to make his living, he could be a priest, a writer, a painter. He changed his choice each.
Thanks so much for taking the time to comment on my poem Sylvia...much appreciated! Yes I think it would be a good idea to read my other poem ' The Great Artists.' It dwells on the darker aspect of the life of artists; particularly in terms of them not being appreciated in their own lifetimes..which was certainly the case with Vincent.
He was an original, master artist. Absolutely if viewed in general, but viewed closest upon his true life, he became desperate when he knew that his only brother Theo who was the only person financing all of Vincent's budget, would soon die because he had an uncurable disease. HOW muat he live then, his room-rents, and alcoholic drinks, since Vincent had become an absynth drinker. (see 2 please)
Thanks Sylvia...yes I already new about some of the details of his life which you have kindly shared. For a more bleak perspective on artists such as van Gogh please read my poem..' The Great Artists'. On a positive note, I've just submitted five poems for possible publication...including the ones I've mentioned...let's hope I get luck!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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3) 3) time... You have made a great poem here in memory of Van Gogh. You are right GENIUS comes closest to the word crazy or crazy. Such a shame he couldn't live up to his fame, only his descendants. His niece sold only one painting after his death..Now people have bought his paintings as an investment to make more profit, just look at the sunflowers, fresh or wilted, all huge amounts. I will read the poems you mentioned, sure. Thank you!