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| Tara Kneale |
(1993)
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| Vermeerīs White Light | ||||
| Vermeerīs white light, entering Always from the left, like Another figure present in the painting Must have been warm as it coolly Revealed ordinary people in Extraordinary ways. Especially The one where theyīre placing folded linen In the cabinet. You can smell The light hot on clean sheets, Bright on irregular features. You can clip the moment off And trim it down, and chew it Like a piece of gum thatīs lost Its flavor but is still a comfort. You can imagine the people at night On their beds, limbs wrapped in sheets Damp with sweat and crumpled Like the minds, crumpled round dream Shut tight behind eyes looking Leftward, waiting for the entrance Of Vermeerīs white light. |
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