This week, a poem by Nathan Blansett.
LINES AFTER DELFT
In Dutch paintings—interiors, shadow-upon-gold—there are smaller details
that name shadows falling beyond the frame, behind the door,
stroking the window-glass, darkening the stitched lace, the carved violas:
undercurrents, unsaid and unmistakable. Someone removes
their slipper. A lute is tuned by a slender hand. In Dutch, luit can mean
between legs. Houses line the canals like fine wallpaper. One canvas hangs
in a private collection: a girl who offers form to lace, and near her bare feet
are mussel shells, coppery and oblong. When watching me, do you picture such small
…things?
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NATHAN BLANSETT‘s poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The Journal, Mead, and The Adroit Journal. He lives in Atlanta, where he is a student in the creative writing program at Emory University.
