Wang Qian

Freshman - 601 Points (Xi'an)

Vincent Van Gogh - Poem by Wang Qian

He was born to be bothered by all kinds of colours,
But refused to be bothered by the vulgar.
Keep still when be mistaken,
Not let the nature be, though.

He is an excellent cook,
Making golden colours ingredient of his masterpiece.
He is an ingenius architect,
Painting the walls of his huge building with pureness.

For a child, he is a playmate,
For an adult, he is an odd child,
For a family, he is a rebel as an adult,

Time always clenchs his hand,
Holding him back,
To abandon him cruelly
In the end.

In a spin,
The sunflowers flourished.

What about suffering from the affliction?

Big purple sky,
Wide red and blue starry night,
He races with the sun,
Sleeps with the moon,
Seeking for the dreadful kiss.

He prays again and again for
Living forever.

Comments about Vincent Van Gogh by Wang Qian

  • (8/30/2011 7:29:00 PM)

    I read about this great painter a few days back. This man despite being such a great painter died of hunger and poverty! And now his poems are selling worth millions of dollars! Your poem is a special tribute to him. I loved it... (Report) Reply

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  • Hans Vr (4/22/2011 12:25:00 AM)

    a fantastic ode to this very special painter. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 12, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, February 12, 2010

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