He lives,
The great Van Gogh,
In
Every artist,
Big/small,
Successful/failure,
Celeb/obscure,
Remembered/ forgotten,
Lionised/demonised,
Rediscovered/Erased forever
This residual Van Gogh,
A bit of him only,
That lingers in the
Soul sensitive,
That makes,
The lingering Gogh,
Rebel against the conventions,
Poverty,
Bad reception,
Anonymity,
Insanity,
Of different sorts,
By searching,
Loving,
Painting,
Vibrant colours,
The rivers and the stars,
And talking to his
Loving
Brother Leo,
His only lodestar,
And
To cypresses and
Sunflowers
The Dutch
Shows the way
To others,
Of a different age,
Not to give up
But to find refuge in art,
As every age has got
Its own new Vincent Van Gogh.
