William Stafford:
Vincent van Gogh, August 13, 1888:
Just now we are having a glorious strong heat, with no wind, just what I want. There is a sun, a light that for want of a better word I can only call yellow, pale sulphur yellow, pale golden citron. How beautiful yellow is!
Percy Bysshe Shelley:
Agnes Martin, Untitled, 1977:
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Robert Bly:
Emily Dickinson:
The Lightning is a yellow Fork/From Tables in the sky/By inadvertent fingers dropt/
The awful [solemn] Cutlery/Of mansions never quite disclosed/And never quite concealed/The Apparatus of the Dark/To ignorance revealed.
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