"Looking at the stars always makes me dream. why, ask myself, shouldn't the shining dots of the sky be as accessible as the black dots on the map of France"? In what ways does van Gogh make the stars accessible? In what wasy do the stars contrast with the village?
That does not keep me from having a terrible need of — shall I say the word — religion. Then I go out at night to paint the stars.
— Vincent Van Gogh in a letter to his brother
The town does not exist
except where one black-haired tree slips
up like a drowned woman into the hot sky.
The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars.
Oh starry night! This is how
I want to die.
It moves. They are all alive.
Even the moon bulges in its orange irons
to push children, like a god, from its eye.
The old unseen serpent swallows up the stars.
Oh starry starry night! This is how
I want to die:
into that rushing beast of the night,
sucked up by that great dragon, to split
from my life with no flag,
no belly,
no cry.
Of all the imagery of nature in the poem, the natural element that brings the speaker the most comfort in "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" is D. the memory of the Daffodils.
Whenever the poet remembers those beautiful, golden flowers he once saw, his heart is filled with happiness and pleasure because of how wonderful the sight was.
To basically go through a paragraph and shorten it and put it in your words basically saying what it’s about. It’s very simple