Create In Peace: Vincent Van Gogh

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Vincent van Gogh, Artist
Born March 30, 1853
Died July 29, 1890

Vincent’s coffin is covered with yellow flowers, his favorite color . . . .
Close by, too, his easel, his camp stool, and his brushes had been placed
on the ground beside the coffin.

    Starry starry night
paint your palette blue and grey
look out on a summer’s day
with eyes that know the darkness in my soul
 
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils
catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colors on the snowy linen land
 
Now I understand what you tried to say to me
and how you suffered for your sanity
and how you tried to set them free
They would not listen they did not know how
perhaps they’ll listen now
 
Starry starry night
flaming flowers that brightly blaze
swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of China blue
 
Colors changing hue morning fields of amber grain
weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand
 
Now I understand what you tried to say to me
and how you suffered for your sanity
and how you tried to set them free
perhaps they’ll listen now
 
For they could not love you but still your love was true
and when no hope was left in sight on that starry starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
 
Starry starry night
portraits hung in empty halls
frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes that watch the world and can’t forget
 
Like the strangers that you’ve met
the ragged men in ragged clothes
the silver thorn of bloody rose
lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
 
And now I think I know what you tried to say to me
and how you suffered for your sanity
and how you tried to set them free
They would not listen they’re not listening still
perhaps they never will.

ā€“ Don McLean
 

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