Van Gogh: Road with Men Walking, Carriage, Cypress, Star and Crescent Moon Vincent’s night is never night. He drinks the darkness, tosses a burning tumbleweed into the sky, sets cane fields ablaze against the dark flame of a cypress – the road a silver stream. Vincent’s quiet is never quiet. The moon cups an ear to hear the muffled French of men making their way home, the sound not eclipsed by the slow hooves of a horse but by the screams that reach our eyes in every brush stroke. Alarie Tennille Alarie Tennille was born and raised in Portsmouth, Virginia, and graduated from the University of Virginia in the first class admitting women. She became fascinated by fine art at an early age, even though she had to go to the World Book Encyclopedia to find it. Today she visits museums everywhere she travels and spends time at the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art in Kansas City, Missouri, where her husband is a volunteer guide. Alarie’s poetry book, Running Counterclockwise, contains many ekphrastic poems. Please visit her at alariepoet.com.
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Mary McCarthy
3/11/2016 11:36:15 am
Alarie--this is not only beautiful, it is a wonderful evocation of how Vincent transforms the world in paint-you catch the ceaseless movement, and the torment
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barbara
3/11/2016 01:17:18 pm
Truly beautiful poem, Alarie.
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Alarie Tennille
9/7/2016 03:32:58 am
Thank you, Barbara.
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