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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 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.
One of my faves. I heard a lecture recently on how Bruegel used his busy paintings to obscure the divine (Jesus carrying a cross, the nativity) so that we’d look closer and recognize that very often Jesus is right before us and we don’t recognize him. I love this idea of the divine hidden in the ordinary, and also how the ordinary becomes sacred too in the way he attends to it. Also love the poem. For my final project in undergrad I had to present on the punctuation in this poem, which is so well-done.
I love this poem! It's been years since I read it--thanks for the reminder of its beauty!