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:
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!
I feel the same as Miranda about your blog.
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