Free verse № 17635
The Mill
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
8 comments
they will remain;
Wind and rock,
Fire and rain.
Nice! 8/10
excellent poem.
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