This is a copy of Brueghel’s Fall of Icarus, a painting by Pieter Brueghel the Elder.
Icarus and his father Daedalus, the architect of the labyrinth of Crete, were trying to escape imprisonment. King Minos thought Daedelus had given away the secret of how to escape the labyrinth thus allowing King Theseus of Athens to escape it. So King Minos imprisoned Daedalus and Icarus.
In an attempt to escape by flying, they put feathers on their arms and stuck them together with wax, but apparently Icarus, in spite of his father’s warning, flew too close to the sun, which melted the wax, and without wings he tumbled back to Earth. You can see him falling into the water just below the ship.
So in the 1500s, Pieter Brueghel included this event in one of his paintings. About 400 years later, W.H. Auden was inspired by this painting to write a poem about human indifference to suffering. Watch for examples of this as you read his famous poem.

October 6, 2025 at 12:13 am
I definitely do and I hate to think of the frequency. Even when I was at my most rock bottom – and there have been a couple of them – I knew I had the tools to pull myself up, so even then I felt privileged. Thanks for the reminder of this poem, Anneli. Very timely. Cheers.
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October 6, 2025 at 7:07 am
Sometimes when I read a dark fiction, I wonder, if they had been real, these things might have been happening at the same time as when I was having a great time. Or if I’m at a low in my life, others are having a grand old time. Lots of food for thought.
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October 6, 2025 at 12:51 am
oh wow Anneli, you DO know how to hammer a truth home! I never cared for the Breughel, their work just doesn’t speak to me, but then reading that poem ….. gave me a chill. Not what I would have expected on a grey, miserable, rainy, cold Monday morning. But luckily for me I also have quite excellent espresso coffee and I’ll hasten to warm me up inside – and I’ll allow a few Chrismassy ginger cookies to join the coffee! Thanks for this enlightening contribution. btw, I daily think several times of all those who have it not as good as I do, I’m deeply thankful for every scrap of joy, and pray for friends and all who are going through a terrible valley of sorrow, pain, loss, illness and anger.
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October 6, 2025 at 6:58 am
Kiki, thank you for your thoughts. I DO like Brueghel, but it isn’t important that we share the same taste in that kind of art. What is important is that I agree with you about all the rest of what you’ve said, and I’m glad you have a nice coffee and ginger cookies to warm you up today. Wish you were here to share it with me!! I think one of the reasons the message in this poem spoke to me is that I have had those thoughts ever since I realized there was another world out there outside of my small one. So even as a child I wondered what other people somewhere else might be doing at the exact moment that I was thinking about them, and wondering if somewhere there was someone in trouble or suffering or … you get the picture.
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October 6, 2025 at 2:34 am
Hi Anneli
We love Pieter Brueghel.
Daedalus and Icarus is for us a metaphorical story of hubris. The father is down to earth. He escapes. The son goes over the top by flying to the sun. He lost his groundings. The ploughman does his thing. He is grounded. He can’t change the situation anyhow. The disaster happened. They know they can’t help.
We don’t like Auden’s poem. For us, it lacks form.
When we see it’s written 1938, we could relate it to Hitler’s aggressive foreign policy. But it wasn’t true that nobody cared.
Anyway, we think Brueghel painted a great picture
The Fab Four of Cley
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October 6, 2025 at 6:51 am
I love Brueghel’s paintings too. Always so many details to catch my interest and keep me looking and looking and looking. As for the poem, two things come to mind. The message seems to me to be more important than the form, and there are so many poems that are just written like prose and divided up into separate lines that for me, the words have become more important than form (which has flown out the window long ago). But we each have our preferences in poetry and it depends what you expect to find that makes you happy in poetry. Your last comment (it wasn’t true that nobody cared), I agree with you, but I didn’t get the feeling that this is what Auden was saying. Often it’s the case, that nobody seems to care, but I don’t think he meant it as an absolute statement. Let’s say, quite often it happens that people are unaware of what’s happening, and sometimes, some of them don’t care.
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October 7, 2025 at 2:02 am
Dear Anneli
For us, the form is basic in literature, especially in lyrics. If the message is most important, then one shouldn’t choose a literary form.
We absolutely agree with you that many ‘poems’ on the net are prose written in separate lines.
Wishing you all the best
The Fab Four of Cley
🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂
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October 6, 2025 at 7:03 am
I wanted to add that it would make interesting discussion whether the people who are unaware of what is happening elsewhere would care if they knew it. I think Auden shows examples of both – where people are aware and don’t seem to care, and where people are not aware of bad things happening elsewhere while they themselves are having a regular day.
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October 7, 2025 at 1:55 am
Dear Anneli
Auden attended school here, where we live, at Gresham’s in Holt.
People who are not aware of bad things can’t care. Well, ignorance is bliss. But we think it’s your duty to be aware and care
The Fab Four of Cley
🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂
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October 6, 2025 at 3:37 am
Another excellent pairing of image and poem. Thanks, Anneli!
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October 6, 2025 at 6:42 am
Thanks, Grant. This poem always made me stop and think and wonder. Interesting that it fits with Brueghel’s painting (another of my favourite artists.
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October 6, 2025 at 5:52 am
This is one of my favorite poems. It comes to mind now and then; I nearly published it again during the Guadalupe floods this year, but chose to go in a different direction.
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October 6, 2025 at 6:40 am
It has long been one of mine too. Just the idea that awful things happen while “the torturer’s horse scratches its innocent behind on a tree,” is enough to get me thinking of so many other times when I’ve been happy and wondered what misery might be happening at that very moment somewhere else in the world (and it needn’t be far away either). Thanks for chiming in, Linda.
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October 6, 2025 at 7:16 am
Brueghel was never my favorite, but he was talented. And to your question–I do, but I don’t feel sorry or jealous. More observational.
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October 6, 2025 at 7:28 am
It’s interesting about Brueghel’s paintings. People either love them or they don’t. I suppose it depends on what you are looking for in a work of art. It’s definitely a different style. Thanks for your thoughts, Jacqui.
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October 6, 2025 at 7:43 am
Such a beautiful painting! I’ve seen online many of the old masters’ painting, so amazing!
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October 6, 2025 at 7:48 am
They each have their own style of talent.
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October 6, 2025 at 8:08 am
For sure!
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October 6, 2025 at 9:17 am
I love the painting a lot. I don´t like the poem much. Thanks for this blog post!
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October 6, 2025 at 11:05 am
You are not alone. There are other people who feel the same way. I love them both, but that’s just me. Thanks for being honest about how you feel about it.
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October 7, 2025 at 2:34 am
I do like Brueghel’s paintings. There’s always so much to see. Everything you look, at one, you see something new.
I don’t like the poem much, either, although ithas an important message. Like many others, I’m not keen on a piece of prose broken randomly onto lines
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October 7, 2025 at 2:39 am
Why has this come up as anonymous? Maybe because I didn’t log in. WordPress is making me log in every time I want to make a comment, even if I just logged in for a different comment. Usually I can’t comment without logging in, but this time it let me.
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October 7, 2025 at 5:27 am
This has happened to me, too, and some other followers. For a while I kept having to sign in to my own blog several times (couldn’t stay logged in). I hope you don’t give up.
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October 8, 2025 at 4:36 am
It’s been happening for while. So annoying!
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October 7, 2025 at 8:12 am
Both the painting and poem stirs up some deep thinking, Anneli. I always wonder what’s going on in other parts of the world, especially when our ‘world’ is calm and joyful. Even the mundane can be wonderful when you turn on the news and learn the horrific truth that others are living.
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October 7, 2025 at 10:29 am
My thoughts exactly, Lauren.
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October 7, 2025 at 11:36 am
A powerful post, Anneli. I think about this all the time. When I’m having a bad day, I think about how many thousands might be thankful to experience my “bad” day over what they’re suffering, and I feel terrible for whining. I feel guilty for having good days too, as if the suffering of others has no weight. Finding balance feels impossible. Reading my comment reminds me why I’ve been feeling so down for so long. Sigh.
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October 7, 2025 at 11:43 am
I have similar thoughts, and I usually end up with the same solution. We can only do our own little bit to balance those feelings, and as long as each person does his/her best to make the world a better place, it is like erosion and will finally wear down the bad things. I hope I’m right.
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October 7, 2025 at 12:02 pm
That’s a lovely solution, Anneli. Erosion is a great metaphor.
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October 7, 2025 at 12:48 pm
A little bit at a time is all most of us can manage, but it keeps us moving in the right direction.
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October 7, 2025 at 5:30 pm
Thank you for sharing this poem. It is heartfelt as to truly watching and caring.
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October 7, 2025 at 6:57 pm
Thanks, Jennie.
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October 8, 2025 at 4:33 pm
You’re welcome, Anneli.
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