W. H. Auden's 1938 poem "Musée des Beaux Arts" describes how we respond to suffering, often by going on with our daily routine as tragedies unfold in plain sight.
Pieter Brueghel, The Fall of Icarus, Oil-tempera,
29 inches x 44 inches. Museum of Fine Arts, Brussels.
Musée des Beaux Arts by W.H. Auden
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 Breughel'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.
Painful, but thank you.
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite poems, celebrating one of my favorite paintings, although even this doesn't quite come up to Hunters in the Snow.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem
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