The Girl With The Pearl Earring Poem by David Wood

The Girl With The Pearl Earring

Rating: 4.3

What was she thinking, sitting there?
Her blue and gold head scarf hanging
Down her back, that pearl earring, those
Bright red lips drawn slightly apart.

Was it a worried look on her face? A look
Of a servant girl about to be found out by
Her mistress wearing THAT earring. Those
Deep brown pleading eyes looking at Vermeer

With affection waiting and wanting to be loved.
How many times had she sat there posing for
Him to paint that beautiful face whilst the
Mistress of the house was away?

And what did his wife think on first viewing
The painting? Was she pleased, jealous,
Upset, angry? And what happened to the girl?
There is more to a painting than what you see.

Valsa George 03 August 2013

There is much more to many things than the eye can superficially behold! The picture of the model before an artist is beautifully drawn! !

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Valerie Dohren 03 August 2013

It's a beautiful painting and a captivating story, and you have interpreted it very well here David. Good job.

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Dave Walker 02 August 2013

A great poem, there is always more to something, you just have to look a little closer.

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Tirupathi Chandrupatla 02 August 2013

...pleading eyes looking at Vermeer. David, you are a great connoisseur of art and you presented Vermeer and his famous painting so beautifully. I enjoyed the poem.

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Neela Nath Das 02 August 2013

The lines from Browning's poem- -My Last Duchess came in my mind.Magnetic is your write! Really.

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LeeAnn Azzopardi 21 December 2021

Love the poem and the painting, I believe to be Vreemer

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Captain Cur 22 January 2021

Beautifully framed and expertly painted with the brush strokes of your words!

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Tapan M. Saren 10 April 2016

Wow...! I mean it's just very very good poem.

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Daniel Brick 11 September 2015

I love that opening line: WHAT WAS SHE THINKING, SITTING THERE? I remember reading a densely written book on the painters' experience: the art critic wrote all painters have to confront the guilt of USING the model for their own ends, of transforming the person before them into an aesthetic object. What your poem does (and the novel and film - your poem is part of a continuum) is restore the young woman's integrity, giving her an interior life not accessible to the painter. She can live freely in that inner space, a freedom her society did not grant to the lower, servant class. Personally I don't buy the premise of the novel; I think the author was imposing contemporary mores on people of an entirely different age. And there's nothing aesthetically wrong with that, unless you take an historical view of things and do NOT reinterpret the past according to the present. We know almost nothing about Vermeer, it's all speculation. He only left us with incandescent paintings, no attached verbiage. I don't know why Colin Firth played Vermeer as such a tentative human being. The human being who made those paintings MUST have had a rich interior life and been fully aware of his ability to penetrate the deep regions of human nature. Maybe Ralph Fiennes or Daniel Day Lewis could have embodied those dimensions with their acting skills.

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Pamela Sinicrope 10 September 2015

I love this painting as well as the book by the same name as well as the poem. ...the last line... I would rather see more of your commentary. Well written. I'm enjoying your poetry!

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