Monday, February 14, 2011

Room with Red Walls

The Way the Light Shines

The way the light shines
through Vermeer

on a Dutch afternoon
a girl with a pitcher

of something cool
and sweet I’ll bet

The way the boys
in the low sloop

laden with the smell of salt
look through Winslow Homer

The way the stars see
through Van Gogh in the night

The way you’d come
right through

me painting you
in your room with red walls

The way water-lilies
make love to Monet

~ Ralph Murre

first published in Verse Wisconsin, and subsequently in my latest book, The Price of Gravity

2 comments:

Miranda Chop said...

I have just come across your poetry and I love it. The ending on this one is so perfect. Thank you for sharing with the world!

richard said...

I feel the same as Miranda about your blog.