My Dearest Emile

My Dearest Emile

— from a letter by Van Gogh

Sunset? Moonrise?
Summer sunshine at all events.
A mauve town, yellow star,
blue-green sky. The corn
is in all tones of old gold,
copper, greenish or reddish
gold, yellowy gold, bronze-
yellow, greenish red.

A size 30 canvas, and square.
I painted it with the mistral
at its height, my easel was
pegged to the ground
with iron stakes, a method
I recommend. You dig
in the legs of the easel, then
next to them an iron spike
fifty centimetres long. You tie
it all together with rope.

Then you can work in the wind.

Paul Scot August

(Originally Published in Zuzu’s Petals Quarterly – Volume 2 – Summer/Fall 1993)

(Republished January 2012 in Bending Light Into Verse, Volume III)


6 Responses to “My Dearest Emile”

  1. PJ DeGenaro aka Chorophyll Says:

    Very nice. I especially like the second stanza, because of what one of my writing friends would call the “doing-ness” of the words. And the last line is just *mwah!*

  2. PJ DeGenaro aka Chorophyll Says:

    That’s one “writing friend,” of course. I don’t know crowds of people who say “doing-ness.” đŸ˜‰

  3. Alison (blueraven95) Says:

    it’s beautiful, Retro! đŸ™‚

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