Leaving Auvers

Quiet but not silent,
Those colors tell countless stories.
Though they can't tell me what
The two figures in the undergrowth were
saying.
And I doubt that Vincent
Could have told either,
With his one ear and
Only a month left to live.
Did he already know it,
that day in the woods?
Another story those colors can't tell,
Nothing about those paintings was
Ever unambiguous,
Only his own blue eyes, captured on
Canvas, seem to know profound
Verities.
But the Artist's lips under the vermilion beard
Remain quiet,
And so do the two figures surrounded
By violet poplars.
Gogh's colors were too lively to speak of death,
Even
That last month in Auvers.

Kerim Mallée

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