believed to be Vincent van Gogh's last painting Wheat Field under Threatening Skies with Crows
"Having returned here, I have found myself feeling much sadder. My life is being attacked at its very root, and the steps I am taking are unsteady."—Vincent van Gogh
Vincent did not speak the tongue of the living. His second-hand tongue was thin-skinned. But his threatening skies pound the air. The crows are black waves washing over the wheat. I will not fool myself thinking art soothes rough edges. Peace is a horseshoe on the soul's anvil. The heart that has been burned is a heart that knows heat— like a wheatfield blazing in the autumn sun.
My tongue leaves you with this: I live in my mouth, Vincent lived in his hands; if you ever vouchsafe to me where you live, I will dispatch you these poems.
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