Christ has been done to death in the cold reaches of northern Europe a thousand thousand times. Suddenly bread and cheese appear on a plate beside a gleaming pewter beaker of beer.
Now tell me that the Holy Ghost does not reside in the play of light on cutlery!
A Woman makes lace, with a moist-eyed spaniel lying at her small shapely feet. Even the maid with the chamber pot is here; the naughty, red-cheeked girl. . . .
And the merchant's wife, still in her yellow dressing gown at noon, dips her quill into India ink with an air of cautious pleasure.
(c) Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information
has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site
visitors, and is provided at no charge.. About
Us | Copyright notice |
Privacy statement | Help
11/28/2009 11:45:23 PM. #.34# You Are Here:
Dutch Interiors by Jane Kenyon