July
Van Gogh in Auvers
Robert C. Jones
"Outside, the cicadas are singing,"
he wrote to Theo.
"Scorched grass takes on
lovely tones of old gold.
I have no other news to tell you,
except that the fields here smell of thyme,
and the cicadas
still sing in ancient Greek."
I have been looking for this poem for a very long time.
Robert C. Jones
"Outside, the cicadas are singing,"
he wrote to Theo.
"Scorched grass takes on
lovely tones of old gold.
I have no other news to tell you,
except that the fields here smell of thyme,
and the cicadas
still sing in ancient Greek."
I have been looking for this poem for a very long time.