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RS Cullers Poetry


“Reading van Gogh”
van Gogh, I did not know thee
Tormented soul
Near to me
One afternoon spent with your loss
Creative genius paid at such a high cost
Isolation and alienation embraced thee
As no starry night shone down upon me
Only fields of wilting sunflowers to see
As we chase what never will be
For far after drowned in sorrow’s sea
Fortune was to be bound for thee
Your lesson to live on in me
How even art cannot set us free
From the anguished soul forever ours to be
That inspires creation no right of ours to flee

-R.S. Cullers

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