Vermeer kept hs best work in his studio and after his death his widow refused to sell any of it keeping the completed canvases at home
Simply to watch the paint dry
Enormous staring eyes
White as jade
Netherworld silk
She is the most beautiful thing in the room
Plainly exhausted same as her daughter
Hour as the glass
She is the fool of the artist
Chain light and object
The colour of flesh lead softness
Look at the unpainting
Everything changes
Light. Rot. Table. Nail, bread
Kitchen maid standing on the mask
Landscape home
Landscape mythology
between
Where and what
Draw the red curtain on echoes
Look she is beautiful
buried burning smoke I believe form
Dog and snake cross cutting
jaws closed
as life and the other, death
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
u got great control of your lines man. i hope u keep writing and polishing ur writes bro. enjoyable