Vincent wrote to his brother Theo: 'When we drove back
From Zundert that evening, Father and I walked awhile.
The sun was setting behind the pine trees,
And the evening sky was reflected in the pools,
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Yet another exemplary work of art, Geeta! This poem reminds me of the parallels between Vincent and Thomas Merton. Merton took his rejection in stride, and as M.J. so rightly put forth, used it to 'ultimately summon inspiration'.
Being selected...for rejection is the element that just might ultimately summon inspiration. Brilliant verse, Geeta,
It is so poignant. Vincent had to digest ridicule and insult when he was placed under the charge of Master Bokma for training. Here in Brussels, he got a shock at each step. The reader can empathize with him. Gem of a poem.
The trauma of rejection by the church is sad. And skill fully portrayed.
Wonderful depiction..