Woman Grinding Coffee — Vincent van Gogh

4 thoughts on “Woman Grinding Coffee — Vincent van Gogh”

1. Reblogged this on ghostgrrl007 and commented:
   I fell like this every morning….

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2. When I die
   wrap me in a coffee sac
   from Panama that traveled
   across the sea

   Until then let me be trapped
   with fresh beans in a shop
   inhale the vertiginous aroma
   that floats with me home
   in a plain brown bag

   Let me sip a cup of coffee
   the color of camel’s hair
   have the brown liquid
   warm my body
   and cure it
   of any disease

   Stop me from
   taking a bath in coffee
   washing my hair or
   tanning with coffee

   Have me awaken at 3:30 in the morning
   and brew more coffee
   watch it elate me
   quicken my heart
   put unheard of ideas into my head.

   O golden tincture,
   O burnt offering,
   May the goddess of coffee bless us
   and the river of coffee
   never run dry

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3. Adore your blog!

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4. I like the poem, too. Maybe I can have my coffin filled with coffee beans.

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