Hi, friends! Today I want to share with you a bit of a poem that you might enjoy. Anne Sexton, famous poet, once wrote a poem about Vincent van Gogh’s ‘Starry Night’ painting. I’ll share a piece of the poem that I enjoy:
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.
You can read the rest of the poem here. And if you are a bit of a geek like me, you can read an analysis of the poem here. Feel free to draw your own conclusions and leave them in the comments! Many have highlighted the dark tone underlying the poem, but perhaps you will think differently?
Starry skies are vast and can make us feel our own insignificance. But they are also beautiful and a reason to pause and enjoy the privilege of basking in a starry night. I, for one, am enchanted by the stars. I grew up in a very rural area that was pitch black at night so the stars were majestically illuminated against the sky. In the summer, we would lie in the front yard on quilts and watch the sky flicker. Now I live in a bigger city and sometimes miss those dark, starry nights …
living in the city, I hardly see very many stars at night. It’s such a thrill to see them shinning, and of course I always look for Orion. Thanks Katie for sharing my work!!
That top photo is sublime. Silhouettes and space are pretty much two amazing things.
this is a wonderful article, thank you so much for including my constellation print!