I’ll always remember
The evening sun, splendidly streaming
there, behind the window
which broke its light into rays
a great eye open in the curious sky
looking down on our long silent dinners
spreading the largesse of its beautiful light—
altar candles on the frugal tablecloth.
On the wall, nearing the dark
the gilded mirror reflected the scene
in old, velvet colors
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Marjon van Bruggen started writing poetry when she was 17 and never stopped. Her work has appeared in numerous journals and anthologies.
