A Favorite Poem by Deb Tiffany

Here, for Thanksgiving, is one of my favorite poems and the painting it’s based on. If you look carefully, you’ll see the feet of Icarus sticking up out of the sea right by the ship. No one is paying any attention, and isn’t that Auden’s point? Literature should make us pay attention. Hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving!

Musee des Beaux Arts

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.

WH Auden

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5 thoughts on “A Favorite Poem by Deb Tiffany

  1. So true, Tiffany. Beautiful and thoughtful post, today. Even as we in the U.S. celebrate, there is grief.

    I love Auden.

  2. I was doing an internet search for this poem and found it first at your website! Thanks for posting and discussing it. I love the message behind this poem!
    Lane

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