Vincent Van Gogh: Acrostic
Venus bright tows ten swirling stars painted
Indian and zinc yellow like the wind
Neurotically inspired, each acquainted
Cursively with the night sky's cobalt blend.
Edo---Japan's "floating world" sells through France.
No longer does Gogh hold the mirror up
To Nature, he sees in her flat expanse
Vincent tossed in a sea of paint, washed up,
And marooned, hearing voices where there are
None---ignoring the bars in his window.
Gangly cypress trees by night loom bizarre.
One thinks of those flimsy bean stalks that throw
Giants down from their cloud-borne castles high,
How---no one sees their mark before they die.