Poetry: Girl interrupted at her music

When her mother entered the room, he did not

look up. The young girl’s pale skin turned

white as the shawl she wore. He was pointing

to a figuration of counterpoint, or so

he said. But there was something in the room

of the body giving off light, light was moving

toward the window instead of from its source.

And though his hand still clutched the back

of her chair, the mandolin was covered by sheets

of music, the glass of wine had not been

touched. Though the air in the room seemed

lighter by the old woman’s leaving, nothing

so heavy as speech would be uttered between them,

for there were still lessons to be learned,

what was to be played would soon be played out.


Ira Sadoff. Vermeer: Girl Interrupted at her music in “The Virginia Quarterly Review”. Volume 52,  number 1. Pages:112-113 (Section “Poetry”). Access: 23 rd April  2009.