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 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.
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Like everybody who posted before me, my favorite lines was:
Oh starry starry night! This is how
I want to die.
This was so hopeless to me. A hurting soul crying out to the cosmos. It was beautiful how Ms. Sexton painted such an image in my mind. It won't be forgotten for a while.
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"OH Starry night" I love how she yells out to the night sky, like she'd lost all hope and is bellowing out her feelings of despair and desperations.
I love this poem, so deep, awsome, and emotional.
Great poem for the day!
xoxo,
--Gooshawn <3 -
This Poetess expresses the intellegent ability to grasp the fact that hope,faith and beauty are handmaidens of inspired invention.
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Knocks you down with the stated realization of "Oh starry night! This is how/I want to die," sucked into the night, to be part of all that magnificence... the knowing and the comfort of it.
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