Terrace of a Cafe on Montmartre (La Guingette)
by Vincent van Gogh
I opened myself too wide. I forgot
there's more outside than things and animals
at ease with themselves, whose eyes reflect
the wholeness of their lives.
I forgot my habit of grasping every look
that fell on me: looks, opinions, scrutiny.
Uncollected Poems
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