William B. Watterson

Rookie - 18 Points (23 August 1943)

Van Gogh - Poem by William B. Watterson

Why did he paint
Those drooping, nodding sunflowers
In that gray earthen pot,
Not even round?
Why not a golden daffodil,
Or a tulip bright and red,
Or a rose
With dewy droplets in its folds?
A field of daisies
Blowing in the summer wind,
Some shy violet
Blushing in the shade
Of fringed green ferns
Beside a bubbling stream?
But still he chose
To immortalize a half-round vase
Against a pea-green wall,
And fifteen dying sun-worshipers
Bowing their shaggy heads
In orange repose.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 7, 2012


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