This document is a poem titled "Starry, Starry Night" that describes the life and work of Vincent Van Gogh. It discusses Van Gogh's struggles with his mental health and how others did not understand him. It describes the colors and scenes he captured in his paintings, including starry nights, flowers, and landscapes. The poem ends by saying that even though Van Gogh's love was true, others could not love him, so on a starry night he took his own life as lovers often do.

1. V I N C E N T VAN GOGH

2. Starry, starry night... Paint your palette blue and grey,

3. Look out on a summer's day,

4. With eyes that know the darkness in my soul. Shadows on the hills,

5. Sketch the trees and the daffodils, catch the breeze and the winter chills,

6. In colors on the snowy linen land.

7. Now I understand what you tried to say to me, how you suffered for your sanity,

8. They would not listen, they did not know how. How you tried to set them free.

9. Perhaps they'll listen now.

10. Starry, starry night. Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,

11. Swirling clouds in violet haze, reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.

12. Colors changing hue,

13. morning field of amber grain,

14. Weathered faces lined in pain, are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

15. Now I understand what you tried to say to me, how you suffered for your sanity,

16. They would not listen, they did not know how. How you tried to set them free. Perhaps they'll listen now.

17. For they could not love you,

18. But still your love was true.

19. And when no hope was left in sight on that starry, starry night, you took your life, as lovers often do.

20. But I could have told you, Vincent, t his world was never meant for one as... … beautiful as you.

21. Starry, starry night.

22. Portraits hung in empty halls,

23. Frameless head on nameless walls,

24. With eyes that watch the world and can't forget. Like the strangers that you've met,

25. The ragged men in the ragged clothes,

26. The silver thorn of bloody rose, lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

27. Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, how you suffered for your sanity,

28. They would not listen, they're not listening still. How you tried to set them free.

29. Perhaps they never will...

30. V I N C E N T VAN GOGH (1853-1890) Music: Vincent (Acoustic) by Don Mclean