Vincent Van Gogh 45 - Could You Spare Her, Vincent? Poem by Geeta Radhakrishna Menon
Vincent Van Gogh 45 - Could You Spare Her, Vincent?
To appreciate a painting,
One has to go beyond the colours,
Stare at it with concentration for long,
Comprehend its meaning,
Grasp its hidden message,
Only then, will you spot its beautiful soul.
Reverend Pietersen kept looking at Vincent's original painting,
Comparing it to the painting which he had refined with his scale.
He realized what he did was so artificial, academic, far from truth,
While Vincent's painting, had a depth, a character, a blatant truth.
It was true to real life, even if they looked shabby or ugly,
Vincent's paintings had no form, face, angle or precision.
Pietersen grabbed his paper, tore them into pieces,
Then, threw it into the waste paper basket.
He apologized to Vincent for destroying his painting.
Pietersen continued to stare at the woman in the painting.
He started to speak but would stop in the middle.
Finally, he spoke with a revelation of his newly derived emotion.
Reverend Pietersen spoke with conviction:
' Vincent, I hate to admit it,
But I really believe that I almost like that woman.
I thought she was horrible at first,
But something about her grows on you.'
'Why do you hate to admit it? ' Asked Vincent.
Pietersen frankly admitted: ' Because I ought not to like it.
The whole thing is wrong, dead wrong!
Any elementary class in art school would make you tear it up
And begin all over again. Yet, something about her
Reaches out at me. I could almost swear
I have seen that woman somewhere before.'
' Vincent! ' Exclaimed Pietersen: 'You have the spirit of
The miner's wife and that's thousand times more important
Than any correct drawing. Yes, I like your woman. She says
Something to me directly. Could you spare her, Vincent?
I would like very much to put her on my wall,
I think, she and I could become excellent friends.'
A Biographical Poem!
2) The irony is that a few years back, my art work was admired by a local artist. He suggested that I hold an art exhibition. After reading this poem...I just might do that! THX, Geeta!
After all these years, I still remember my first life drawing class. The whole class and teacher ridiculing me. It was a cruel and horrendous experience.
Marvelous! The world of painting isn't much different than the world of poetry. Both need to go behind the colors and words! Geeta you are a master of many such skills
Part 2… I felt as if his words reverberating in my ears. Congratulations, Geeta. For this marvellous episode from the life of Great Vincent Van Gogh. Five stars is all I can give here. But in fact this poem deserves Five thousand
This is what real poetry is all about. Picturesque. Emotional, but true and sincere. The reflections of Rev Peterson captured in such a way that I felt I heard his voice..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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9/22/2024 12:45:13 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Another beautiful biographical poem from you! Well depicted one!