April 7, 2007

W.H. Auden: “Musée des Beaux Arts”

Posted in Poetry at 8:00 am by The Lizard Queen

[Landscape with the Fall of Icarus by Pieter Brueghel the Elder]

Musée des Beaux Arts

About suffering they were never wrong,
The Old Masters: how well they understood
Its human position; how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;
How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting
For the miraculous birth, there must always be
Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating
On a pond at the edge of the wood:
They never forgot
That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course
Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot
Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer’s horse
Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.

In Brueghel’s Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the plowman may
Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
Water; and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.

–W.H. Auden, 1938

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2 Comments »

  1. ybonesy said,

    Hello fellow New Mexican. Likig the poems you post. YB

  2. Evil Bender said,

    One of my very favorites. Chilling, beautiful.

    And, in the shameless blogwhoring category, more Auden: September 1, 1939


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