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Van Gogh Poems by John Caselberg 1957
I
Wild the hedgegrows, wild the spring,
Wild the yellow hammers sing
Wild the roaring of the sea;
Wilder still the blood in me.
II
I was taken by the palms and led
To where the lonely moon's whilte light bled
Through an abyss in the sky:
Yearning there in agony
For me.
III
God, it is all dark.
The heart beat but there is no answering hark
Of a hearer and no one to speak.
IV
Six years I have wrestled
WIth a bare branch,
Sought sap in an old tree,
Heard a shrill chaffinch
Cry out occasionally
From a black bough
Seen her hair and her features
ANd her turned away brow.
V
Seven dumb beasts of burden
Walked across my garden.
One was Envy, one was Hate
- Pity, Love, and Self-conceit.
Pride was there - Humility.
All were beasts and all were me.
VI
All day long it was Spring.
At dusk a red moon
Fell like the world's eye
On a madman's bosom.
And the living hectic vision
Of a scarlett tall orange
Solitary cypress-tree
Has faded and died with me.
All night long it was Spring.
At dawn a red sun
Fell like the world's eye
On a deadman's bosom.