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Comments about rebecca palmer
He spoke of how Rembrandts lover
Is depicted drawing back a curtain,
Her palm upwards
The drape caught aside by the back of her hand.
This small gesture that divided the world of the day from the night.
This rather plain dense set woman,
Face gleaming pink in the candle light
Lying warm in the bed they share
Is looking at her lover moving across the room
And it that small movement we see
How she loves him,
Traces of how she looked the first time
ten years before
and how she will look again a decade on.
This we talked off in the park
Under a ...