Thursday, April 22, 2004

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

the edge of the sea
with itself

sweating in the sun
that melted the wing’s wax

off the coast
there was

a splash quite unnoticed
this was
Icarus drowning

- William Carlos Williams
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