In honor of National Poetry day ... thanks B.K.! What a poem.
Landscape With The Fall Of Icarus
According to Brueghel
when Icarus fell
it was spring
a farmer was ploughing
his field
the whole pageantry
of the year was
awake tingling
near
the edge of the sea
concerned
with itself
sweating in the sun
that melted
the wings' wax
unsignificantly
off the coast
there was
a splash quite unnoticed
this was
Icarus drowning
--William Carlos Williams
6 comments:
Poor Icarus! He didn't even make a big splash. Love the photo.
Thanks! Many a time I've flown too close to Brother Sun; I know the feeling of melting, then the big ole splash of landing suddenly in water.
Oh yeah.
oooooh the raindrops roll off the header and into the photo . . . and colour appears!!! melting and then the big ole splash. yep i've set that little skit up many a time!!! but i've learned lots from the acting!! steven
The poem is based on Breughel's painting in th National Gallery (your guess as to whether Washington or London.....
I remember that painting well from one of my college classes -- though it's nice to see it through WCW's eyes!
It has occurred to me that Icarus, after all was said and done, may have felt that it was worth it in the end. To get that close to the sun!
I can't believe I'm saying this seconds after leaving a comment about the virtue of moderation.
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