Mr. Sandefur is Brueghel blogging. Two can play at this game.
Landscape with the Fall of Icarus
According to Brueghel
when Icarus fell
it was spring
a farmer was ploughing
his field
the whole pageantry
of the year was
awake tingling
near
the edge of the sea
concerned
with itself
sweating in the sun
that melted the wing’s wax
unsignificantly
off the coast
there was
a splash quite unnoticed
this was
Icarus drowning
- William Carlos Williams
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