expression – a poem

I’ve tried to express the time of day when one sees the green beetles and the cicadas flying in the heat. Vincent to Théo, letter 805, St. Rémy de Provence, 20 September 1889 I’ll keep myself separate, painting the cries of the others in this crazy house, unnerving and comforting I am not alone in... Continue Reading →

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