DELFT (poem)
Posted: November 18th, 2005, 12:32 pm
Performance Notes:
see:
http://essentialvermeer.20m.com/maps/de ... s_time.htm
DELFT
He lurches to his model:
just a slip of white
down the black bedcurtain;
the fold under a thumb and finger
smells like a fishload of day-old old love.
Past the Flemish fog
that gang-banged in,
the northern sun
stipples the plate of ripe fruit.
Vermeer pulls his socks on
and stamps down on
the cold parquet.
Through the bottle-bottom in
the leaded pane
he watches his ship arrive,
sniffs the bowl of a china pipe
then the stem.
She's in there too.
11/05
see:
http://essentialvermeer.20m.com/maps/de ... s_time.htm
DELFT
He lurches to his model:
just a slip of white
down the black bedcurtain;
the fold under a thumb and finger
smells like a fishload of day-old old love.
Past the Flemish fog
that gang-banged in,
the northern sun
stipples the plate of ripe fruit.
Vermeer pulls his socks on
and stamps down on
the cold parquet.
Through the bottle-bottom in
the leaded pane
he watches his ship arrive,
sniffs the bowl of a china pipe
then the stem.
She's in there too.
11/05