This poem is taken from Stand 217, 16(1) March - April 2018.

Ron De Maris Poem
Van Gogh’s Windmill

For Bill Ellison

‘This morning I visited the place where the street cleaners dump the rubbish. My God it was beautiful!’  — Vincent to Theo

‘In 1990 Portrait of Dr Gachet was bought for 82.5 million dollars by Japanese billionaire Ryoei Saito. Professor Jan Hulsker has cast doubt on its authenticity.’
                                                                                                                                                                                                                 — Pierre Cabanne, Van Gogh

The Ascent

Skies grey, clouds billowing black and in the tilted
            Field the grey slatted wood of a windmill,

            A crow perched on the blade, the blade wob-
bling as it turns, the post sunk in the mud of false

Spring. Just a rickety windmill, not so special, some
            Farmer, in the last rural days of Montmartre,

            Put in to grind corn or pump water to furrows
Cupping tomatoes, flowers or the long leaved lettuce

Served in cafes. He comes with the light of the sun
            From night-shaded streets where lamps are
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