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.

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