Girl At a Window
Girl at a Window
Young girl at a window where do you stare,
What is it that fascinates you so much?
You smile a little, for whom do you look;
Whose are those beads your fingers touch?
Are they a gift, a token from another,
Is it he for whom you look, in the street
More enigmatic than Mona Lisa?
Is there some person you wait to greet?
What interests you as time goes by
Leaning, patient over the window sill,
Have you been there, watching, for long and
Will you wait with such attention until
He glances up from the throng beneath?
Pausing when he sees you gazing there,
Red sunlit ringlets and rose blushed cheeks.
And does he recognize the beads you wear?
From the painting ‘Girl at a Window’ by
Rembrandt van Rijn, 1645.
This painting now hangs in the Dulwich Picture Gallery, London, U.K.
http://www.dulwitchpicturegalley.org.uk
5/10/17
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