wordsfromanneli

Thoughts, ideas, photos, and stories.

Another Great Poem

34 Comments

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.

Musée des Beaux Arts

By W. H. Auden

December 1938

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 always must 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 ploughman 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.
*****
Do you ever wonder what is going on in other parts of the world, while you’re doing something routine at home? Are there people being tortured or mistreated elsewhere in the world at that very moment? Or simply suffering while we are enjoying a good time? Or the other way around, perhaps? Someone having a good time while we suffer?
Unknown's avatar

Author: wordsfromanneli

Writing, travel, photography, nature, more writing....

34 thoughts on “Another Great Poem

  1. Lynette d'Arty-Cross's avatar

    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.

    Liked by 2 people

    • wordsfromanneli's avatar

      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.

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Kiki's avatar

    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.

    Liked by 1 person

    • wordsfromanneli's avatar

      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.

      Liked by 1 person

  3. Klausbernd's avatar

    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
    🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

    Like

    • wordsfromanneli's avatar

      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.

      Liked by 1 person

      • Klausbernd's avatar

        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
        🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

        Liked by 1 person

    • wordsfromanneli's avatar

      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.

      Liked by 1 person

      • Klausbernd's avatar

        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
        🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

        Liked by 1 person

  4. Grant at Tame Your Book's avatar

    Another excellent pairing of image and poem. Thanks, Anneli!

    Liked by 1 person

  5. shoreacres's avatar

    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.

    Liked by 1 person

    • wordsfromanneli's avatar

      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.

      Liked by 1 person

  6. Jacqui Murray's avatar

    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.

    Liked by 1 person

    • wordsfromanneli's avatar

      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.

      Liked by 1 person

  7. John's avatar

    Such a beautiful painting! I’ve seen online many of the old masters’ painting, so amazing!

    Liked by 1 person

  8. Ursula's avatar

    I love the painting a lot. I don´t like the poem much. Thanks for this blog post!

    Liked by 1 person

  9. Pingback: %Another Great Poem | NewsNationOnline

  10. Unknown's avatar

    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

    Liked by 1 person

  11. V.M.Sang's avatar

    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.

    Liked by 1 person

  12. Lauren Scott, Author's avatar

    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.

    Liked by 1 person

  13. D. Wallace Peach's avatar

    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.

    Liked by 1 person

  14. Jennie's avatar

    Thank you for sharing this poem. It is heartfelt as to truly watching and caring.

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a reply to Klausbernd Cancel reply