Van Gogh's Bed

I am teaching a poem by Jane Flanders called "Van Gogh's Bed," based on the painting "Vincent's Bed in Arles," and I couldn't resist looking up the wonderful song by Don McLean about Van Gogh and "Starry Night," which I have seen in person in New York City. It is amazing to see the famous painting in person; the colors are so incredibly bold, it is as if they are alive. Oh, and here is the poem:Van Gogh's Bedis orange,like Cindarella's coach, likethe sun when he looked at itstraight in the eye.is narrow,he slept alone, tossingbetween two pillows, while it carried himbumpily to the ball.is clumsy,but friendly. A peasantbuilt the frame; an old wife beatthe mattress till it rose like meringue.is empty,morning light pours inlike wine, melody, fragrance,the memory of happiness.