Van Gogh died the other day
one shot
into Auvers, a shot
burst into the light
of winding wheat, one shot
in the Van Gogh's head
the wings of crows scaring the blue.
João Tomaz Parreira
Thursday, April 2, 2009
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The poetry is the sufferance of the poet
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