jawid-jan
03-25-2004, 09:37 AM
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painted by VINCENT VAN GOGH (one of the famous painting)
THE STARRY NIGHT
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 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.
Ann Sexton
painted by VINCENT VAN GOGH (one of the famous painting)
THE STARRY NIGHT
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 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.
Ann Sexton