The Milkmaid and Vermeer

I think I only have one more Vermeer poem after this

 

The Milkmaid

          and Vermeer 

Stand there in that stream of sunlight

He said.

Pour milk into the bowl.

Use the jug. 

He brought the bread

She baked that morning

and sat it in a basket

on the table. 

There were other objects.

He lined them up like a connoisseur.

A blue jar used for oil

And little buns made to eat

with the chicken soup.  

She stood with the jug

Ready to pour.

The light wasn't right. 

Vermeer fumed

At the injustice of the weather.

 

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Joe Hennessy builds a sheep station for his heirs in the north of Western Australia
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