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The Starry Night by Anne Sexton
Vincent Van Gogh in a letter to his brother -
That does not keep me from having a terrible need of - shall I say the word - religion. Then I go out at night to paint the stars.
The town does not exist
except where one black-haired tree slips
up like a drowned woman into the hot sky.
The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars.
Oh starry night! This is how
I want to die.
It moves. They are all alive.
Even the moon bulges in its orange irons
to push children, like a god, from its eye.
The old unseen serpent swallows up the stars.
Oh starry starry night! This is how
I want to die:
into that rushing beast of the night,
sucked up by that great dragon, to split
from my life with no flag,
no belly,
no cry.
About the poet - Anne Sexton (November 9, 1928 - October 4, 1974) was an American poet. She was born in Newton, Massachusetts in USA. She was best known for her highly personal, confessional verse. She won the Pulitzer Prize for poetry in 1967. Her poetry was centered around her suicidal tendencies, long battle against depression and various intimate details from her private life.
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The Starry Night by Anne Sexton
Vincent Van Gogh in a letter to his brother -
That does not keep me from having a terrible need of - shall I say the word - religion. Then I go out at night to paint the stars.
The town does not exist
except where one black-haired tree slips
up like a drowned woman into the hot sky.
The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars.
Oh starry night! This is how
I want to die.
It moves. They are all alive.
Even the moon bulges in its orange irons
to push children, like a god, from its eye.
The old unseen serpent swallows up the stars.
Oh starry starry night! This is how
I want to die:
into that rushing beast of the night,
sucked up by that great dragon, to split
from my life with no flag,
no belly,
no cry.
About the poet - Anne Sexton (November 9, 1928 - October 4, 1974) was an American poet. She was born in Newton, Massachusetts in USA. She was best known for her highly personal, confessional verse. She won the Pulitzer Prize for poetry in 1967. Her poetry was centered around her suicidal tendencies, long battle against depression and various intimate details from her private life.
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![In Memoriam, [Ring Out, Wild Bells] by Alfred Lord Tennyson - New Years Poem](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/w2A3tvMPME0/mqdefault.jpg "In Memoriam, [Ring Out, Wild Bells] by Alfred Lord Tennyson - New Years Poem
In Memoriam, [Ring out, wild bells] - A poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson.
About the poem - Ring Out, Wild Bells forms part of In Memoriam, Tennysons elegy to his sisters fiance, Arthur Henry Hallam, who died at the age of twenty-two. This poem was published in the year 1850, when Lord Tennyson was appointed Poet Laureate. Every year in Sweden this poem is recited at the national New Years Eve celebrations.
About the poet - Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809 1892) was Poet Laureate of the United Kingdom during much of Queen Victorias reign. Tennyson was born in Somersby, Lincolnshire. Tennyson excelled at penning short lyrics. He is one of the most quoted poets in the English language.
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