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Dutch Interiors

 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.

by Jane Kenyon
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