The Starry Night Anne Sexton 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 starry night! This is how..
