Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Passion - Reading Van Gogh 11: Meadow in the Garden of the Asylum


11. Meadow in the Garden of the Asylum

Creeping on stony ground, grasses
stretch their bony fingers
stubbornly
absorb life
through
every bit of
green




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  1. nothingprofoundApril 30, 2013 at 3:38 PM

    yunyi, this poem gives me such a strong sense of the tenacity and inexorability of nature.

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  2. Yun YiApril 30, 2013 at 5:07 PM

    true. and I think that's how Van Gogh felt when he lived in asylum.

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