Sexton depicts this tree as a “great dragon,” sucking her up from her life in the town into the sky. Much like Van Gogh’s quote, the dark tree is the connecting piece from death in the town to the stars swirling in the sky. In fact, the two most eye-catching elements of the painting are the tree and stars, showing how death in the town becomes a new life in the sky with the stars. This idea is evident when looking at the painting, with the magnificent swirls of the stars attracting the viewer’s eye. Sexton describes the stars and moon as being alive and capable of movement, even having the ability to boil up the night sky. Sexton and Van Gogh both contrast this darkness of the town with the brightness of the sky. Overall, both Van Gogh and Sexton strategically use the application of color and imagery to characterize the dark parts of the painting as being reminiscent of death. In addition to the dark, foreboding tree, Sexton describes the town as being so dark that it “does not exist,” and the night as a beast, another ominous comparison. Sexton also claims that she would like to die by a “starry starry night,” paralleling Van Gogh’s quote on the necessity of death to reach the stars. Sexton describes this tree as “like a drowned woman into the hot sky.” This drowning imagery brings about the ideas of death that Van Gogh thought of whilst painting Starry Night. Van Gogh’s painting is marked by dark colors, especially the very dark tree-figure climbing through a major portion of the painting. Anne Sexton’s ekphrastic poem, “The Starry Night,” builds on Van Gogh’s ideas of life and death to depict a verbal representation of Van Gogh’s depiction of death as the night sky. Just as we take the train to get to Tarascon or Rouen, we take death to reach a star.” Van Gogh depicts the wonder of stars and the night in his 1889 painting Starry Night. Vincent Van Gogh described his infatuation with stars and the night saying, “Looking at the stars always makes me dream.
They would not listen, they're not listening still Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow They would not listen, they did not know howĪre soothed beneath the artists' loving hand With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
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