Dutch Interiors
by Jane Kenyon For Caroline 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. |