There was only one human being
In the whole world
That Vincent Van Gogh
Confided whole heartedly,
And poured out his emotions.
That was his brother Theo!
Vincent's profound feelings,
His thoughts of anguish and fear,
His joy of painting,
His utter poverty,
His love for nature,
The ecstasy of completing a painting,
Everything was communicated through letters.
Just as his days were spent in painting,
His nights were spent in writing long letters.
All to his brother Theo - his soul mate,
Letters of amazing revelations,
That ranged from optimism to pessimism,
A complex mind that battled between hope and despair,
A life veiled by pain and loneliness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem