梵高作品欣赏.ppt

* * VANGOGH (1853-1890) Starry, Starry night paint your palette blue and grey look out on a summers day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul. Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffodils, catch the breeze and the winter chills in colors on the snowy linen land. And now I understand what you tried to say to me how you suffered for your sanity how you tried to set them free. They would not listen, they did not know how perhaps theyll listen now. Starry, starry night flaming flowers that brightly blaze swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincents eyes of China blue. Colors changing hue morning fields of amber grain weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artists loving hand. And now I understand what you tried to say to me how you suffered for your sanity how you tried to set them free. perhaps theyll listen now. They would not listen, they did not know how For they could not love you but still your love was true and when no hope was left in sight on that starry starry night. You took your life as lovers often do; But I could have told you Vincent this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. Starry, starry night portraits hung in empty halls frameless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and cant forget. Like the stranger that youve met the ragged men in ragged clothes the silver thorn of bloddy rose lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. And now I think I know what you tried to say to me how you suffered for your sanity how you tried to set them free. They would not listen, theyre not listning still...