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Dutch Interiors

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.



Poem Dutch Interiors - Jane Kenyon