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Vermeer's little girl, now famous
watches me. A pearl watches me.
The lips of Vermeer's little girl
are red, moist, and shining.

Oh Vermeer's little girl, oh pearl,
blue turban: you are all light
and I am made of shadow.
Light looks down on shadow
with forbearance, perhaps pity.


Translated by Renata Gorczynski 

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Added: 25 Mar 2002 | Last Read: 7 Sep 2008 8:23 AM | Viewed: 4341 times

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