John Heaton (jheaton) wrote,
John Heaton
jheaton

  • Music:

Poet's Corner: Starry Night

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.

Anne Sexton (1928–1974)

I forgot to post a poem yesterday. So here's one today, continuing the Van Gogh theme.

Tags: poet's corner
Subscribe

  • My tweets

    Fri, 21:02: RT @ RepDanielRiemer: Foxconn announces they will now shift to making golden shovels for photo-ops of losing politicians, dishonest…

  • My tweets

    Thu, 12:47: It's not just me happily assuming that's a MAGA hat. https://t.co/BFWWiqy6nO Thu, 12:49: RT @ DickKingSmith: Are looking for…

  • My tweets

    Wed, 18:21: Can someone please explain to me why someone would care even a tiny amount about why someone else would wear a mask ALONE in their…

  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.
  • 0 comments