Painting is silent poetry and poetry is painting that speaks.
Plutarch
Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh
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 Starry Night by Anne Sexton
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.
Haiku by Goff James
Starlight hangs moon bright
Village dark robed silent sleeps
A lone cypress dreams
Painting Attribution © Vincent Van Gogh, The Starry Night, 1889
Source Attribution https://www.vangoghgallery.com/painting/starry-night.html
Poem Attribution © Anne Sexton, The Starry Night
Source Attribution https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42565/the-starry-night
Haiku Attribution © Goff James, Starlight Hangs Moon Bright
Copyright (c) 2023 Goff James – All Rights Reserved
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