Oh Vincent, by the looks of that WHEATFIELD WITH CROWS,
It seems there does exist a world measuring a few yards, where it's peaceful
Did you want to sway, to turn in any direction the breeze—this life made you?
And the blackest crows flying in flock over a dead end path, is it blissful?
The gloomiest sky smirking over the countryside; did you feel your death coming, who knows but the one who died!?
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Ekphrasis: Van Gogh's
Poetry#1 in ekphrasis (24/09/21) When art is transcribed into words, it's an ekphrasis. Here are poems on Vincent Van Gogh's work, magnificent works he devoted his life for.