Nobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you thought And not waving but drowning. Poor chap, he always loved larking And now he’s dead It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way, They said. Oh, no no no, it was too cold always (Still the dead one lay moaning) I was much too far out all my life And not waving but drowning.
This poem gives me the feeling of a being who seemed to always be searching. Or always crying out for help, even if silently, through actions. Someone who seemed to be waving for help or showing these emotions of delight or contentedness but in reality was drowning – waving for help in a vast sea of voices, being unheard. The poem gives me a sense of someone who wanted peace and people to care for him but no one acknowledged it until it was too late (Still the dead one lay moaning).
For this poem, I chose this piece by Vincent van Gogh: Self-Portrait with a Straw Hat. Van Gogh was a depressed man, searching for peace and love and he was an emotional guy. He wanted to depict beauty and emotions through his paintings and he did a phenomenal job with the use of color and his brush strokes. He seemed to cry out for help through his paintings and actions so I think this poem is an accurate representation of how he may have felt before and after death.
I chose this painting specifically because of his use of colors and subject matter. In this painting, he uses lots of warm tones, yellows, oranges, greens, reds. It has an overall warmth to it which I can feel from his choice of hat too. He has some other paintings with different hats and this straw hat gives me a feeling of being in sunny weather. This warmth reinforces the fact that he did see a beauty in the world that he wanted to be able to express in painting as well. Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he’s dead.
Van Gogh’s actions cried out desperation. He even cut off a piece of his ear and gave it to a prostitute in the hopes she would see it as a gift and want something more with him. His painting of Starry Night is also and expressionistic way he called out for help – he was the large dark cypress tree contrasting against the vast sky full of bright stars.
His paintings didn’t get much recognition until after he died of suicide (according to many people at that time). He couldn’t take it anymore. It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way. By the time he got recognition, it was too late.