The other day, I happened to pass by a cluster of towering sunflowers someone had planted near their vegetable garden. Every time I see a sunflower, I’m always reminded of Van Gogh whom I’ve always admired for his total dedication to his art, and I have always loved Kirk Douglas’s rather over-ebullient portrayal of Van Gogh in the movie, Lust for Life based on Irvine Stone’s novel of the same title.
I think it was Wagner who said there is a correlation between music and color. Is there not also a correlation between art and poetry? Just as colors possess a tonal quality, so do words. A painting and a poem both possess rhythm. Just as an artist is concerned with line and composition, a poet is concerned with the lines of a poem and its overall composition, and just as a dead line in a painting can ruin it, a dead line or word can ruin a poem. Do not many paintings also possess what can be described as a lyrical quality?
I came home and listened to Don Mclean’s hauntingly beautiful poetic paean, Vincent, and raised a glass of wine to poetry, art, Van Gogh and sunflowers.SUNFLOWERS Whenever I see a sunflower, Inevitably, I come to think Of him whose gifted hands lovingly Rendered vivid tongues of flaming yellow, Whose eyes have long gazed on beauty’s light Until the world grew pale and faded, Whose soul perceived yet another realm Full of shimmering forms and hues, And so sought release beyond the frame. (© Poeticmeditations 2010. All rights reserved.) A personally signed copy of this poem can be ordered at PoeticExpressions.