Vincent painted views over
and over again
of the asylum garden
beyond his window frame,
so in love with autumn’s colours,
unable to refrain,
admitting to his brother Theo
it would be the same every day,
until autumn came tumbling
from the trees.
He would never grow weary of garden,
sky and leaves.
Kim M. Russell, 1st October 2025
I have taken an old poem and reworked it for Susan’s weariness prompt at What’s Going On?
writing in north norfolk 
I didnt know that he was confined to the same view every day at some point in his life. Wow.
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Poor Vincent. He didn’t live long enough to realize he was famous.
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Vincent admitted himself after he cut his ear off. We visited his confinement place at St. Remy. Provence, France for several days way back. If his window looked out to the south he would have had this view: JIM’S LITTLE BLOG
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A beautiful glimpse into Vincent’s world both in reality and on canvas. “He would never grow weary of garden, / sky and leaves.” A lovely tribute.
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Thank you, Sumana!
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Poor guy…I think he only sold one painting in his lifetime.
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Kim, “…until autumn came tumbling
from the trees…” your imagery always speaks to me!
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Thank you so much, Colleen!
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You’re welcome, Kim.
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I definitely understand why he would never grow weary of garden, sky, and leaves! Not everyone has such a beautiful view.
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I remember this painting like an old friend and remember when Melissa hosted it for a prompt. When they get time travel perfected, I want to go back and get Vincent and bring him to the now.
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Thank you, Lisa. I’d like to time travel and bring him back too.
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❤
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I love the tumbling of in of Autumn. Perhaps you can find light and hope in the direst of problems or situations – as long as we have an open mind and an open window
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Thank you, Jae.
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Wonderful poem Yes, it is quite amazing that someone who struggles so much has such a deep and beautiful inner life which he expressed in his paintings. I have seen many of his when in the Netherlands They are beautiful
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Thank you, Marja. Van Gogh is one of my favourite poets.
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Such a concise and poignant rendering of the artist’s final days… Well-penned!
Nick – Intelliblog
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Thanks so much, Nick!
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When we are in an environment seemingly beyond our control perhaps we cope and survive through imagination – and a good window. Beautifully written – Jae
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Thank you, Jae. I’m lucky to have a great window overlooking our wild garden.
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Thankfully, he didn’t tire of the garden view and painting. I love his artwork.
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Me too.
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There are views you never grow tired of. Vincent appreciated them.
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That’s so true, Sara.
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