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The Mill (Free verse) by vulcan

Shades and lights and shades and lights A windmill musing on the height A woman's passing with her child Another washing clothes nearby, But what's that creeping in the dark? The Artist's secret smile? In that boat which silently departs In that man's eyes worldly-wise, In that Majesty Macabre Among the things that always Are, One feels softly immortal. -"The Mill" is one of Rembrandt's masterpieces

Owner of the Sky 30-Sep-02/10:44 AM
amen to all of the above. *grin*




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