Poem On Two Paintings of Van Gogh
“The Painter on the Road to Tarascon” and “Wheat Fields with Crows”
In the shattered fire of the dawn
The charred blue noon
Dark gods point
From the awakening cobblestones
And the still white palm of the corn;
Unknown birds rustle in the palette.
The flesh is cast down on the road,
A black shadow,
But sailing, blacker
And more swift than the sun;
The pack is full of stars.
The sun knows but cannot
Escape the blue stride full of eyes,
On their starry burden,
Their bright death.
The day blooms into storm;
The skies give up their dead
From flashing shreds of shroud;
The earth in fear unleashes
Its atrocious abundance:
The fruit is a glittering beak,
The corn a clamor of wings –
Through the blue distances,
Over the drunken fields,
Sail the sun-devouring birds:
The hand becomes a twisted cypress leaf,
The heart in mid-stride
Welcomes the gentle claw.