Thursday, October 7, 2010


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

the edge of the sea
with itself

sweating in the sun
that melted
the wings' wax

off the coast
there was

a splash quite unnoticed
this was
Icarus drowning

--William Carlos Williams


Butternut Squash said...

Poor Icarus! He didn't even make a big splash. Love the photo.

Reya Mellicker said...

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.

steven said...

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

Elizabeth said...

The poem is based on Breughel's painting in th National Gallery (your guess as to whether Washington or London.....

Steve Reed said...

I remember that painting well from one of my college classes -- though it's nice to see it through WCW's eyes!

Kerry said...

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.