by Adam Zagajewski
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.
Copyright ©:
Adam Zagajewski - Translated by Renata Gorczynski
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Last updated November 21, 2022