Lord Byron | a quote & a poem

George Gordon Byron, 6th Baron Byron, Lord Byron | by Richard Westall Born: January 22, 1788, Dover, United Kingdom | Died: April 19, 1824, Missolonghi, Greece

We of the craft (poets) are all crazy.
Some are affected by gaiety,
others by melancholy,
but all are more or less touched.”

― George Gordon Byron

(Taken from the book ‘Touched With Fire’
It delves into the creative side of bipolar)
[Highly Recommended Reading]
By Kay Jamison Redfield

Excerpt from ‘Don Juan’

“Between two worlds life hovers like a star,
‘Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon’s verge.
How little do we know that which we are!
How less what we may be! The eternal surge
Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar
Our bubbles; as the old burst, new emerge,
Lash’d from the foam of ages; while the graves
Of Empires heave but like some passing waves.”

― George Gordon Byron, Don Juan

Vincent (Starry Starry Night) | a song . a painting & a film


Lianne La Havas – “Starry Starry Night” (Loving Vincent OST)

Vincent
[Starry, Starry Night]

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer’s day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of China blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand

Oh, 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 they’ll listen now

For they could not love you (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 can’t forget
Like the strangers that you’ve met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
A silver thorn of the bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know Oh 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’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will

Written by Don McLean

van gogh starry night variation

Starry Starry Night (Over the Rhone) | Vincent van Gogh