{"id":256,"date":"2006-08-04T20:01:00","date_gmt":"2006-08-05T03:01:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bohls.org\/wordpress\/?p=256"},"modified":"2025-05-30T17:32:07","modified_gmt":"2025-05-30T21:32:07","slug":"musee-des-beaux-arts-by-wh-auden","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.bohls.org\/blog\/2006\/08\/04\/musee-des-beaux-arts-by-wh-auden\/","title":{"rendered":"Musee des Beaux Arts by W.H. Auden"},"content":{"rendered":"

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About suffering they were never wrong,
\nThe Old Masters: how well they understood
\nIts human position; how it takes place
\nWhile someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;
\nHow, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting
\nFor the miraculous birth, there always must be
\nChildren who did not specially want it to happen, skating
\nOn a pond at the edge of the wood:
\nThey never forgot
\nThat even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course
\nAnyhow in a corner, some untidy spot
\nWhere the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer’s horse
\nScratches its innocent behind on a tree.
\nIn Breughel’s Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away
\nQuite leisurely from the disaster; the plowman may
\nHave heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
\nBut for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone
\nAs it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
\nWater; and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen
\nSomething amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
\nHad somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

(painting: Bruegel, Pieter, Landscape with the Fall of Icarus,<\/em> c. 1558, Oil on canvas, mounted on wood, 73.5 x 112 cm, Musees Royaux des Beaux-Arts de Belgique, Brussels)<\/p>\n

A poem about a painting! How wonderful!<\/p>\n

Although the poem is not strictly about the painting, of course. The painting is but an example of the feeling that the poem is trying to convey. That life is big, huge, gigantic and that things balance out somehow. That we can somehow continue, when so much suffering surrounds us.<\/p>\n

This is a good thing. This is not good.<\/p>\n

But what else can we do? How else are we to respond to suffering, to rockets and bombs falling today across the world on innocents? How am I to face one more day walking by the women who sit outside the homeless center, one whose own face she constantly rubs raw, the other in a wheelchair and who has enormous swollen legs?<\/p>\n

So we can blot it out, when we need to.<\/p>\n

And the poem rhymes, by the way. You may not notice, but it does. You may not notice because the rhyme scheme is like abca dedb fgfg e hh ijkkij<\/strong>. I can’t offhand think of another poem with that same scheme. Heh.<\/p>\n

When I’d been thinking about featuring poetry in this space, this was one on the top of the list, along with Yeats’s Irish Airman<\/em>, or anything Wilfred Owen but especially Dulce et Decorum Est<\/em>, or what will probably be next, In Tenebris II<\/em> by Thomas Hardy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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 … Continue reading Musee des Beaux Arts by W.H. Auden<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-256","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.bohls.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/256","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.bohls.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.bohls.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.bohls.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.bohls.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=256"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.bohls.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/256\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1540,"href":"http:\/\/www.bohls.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/256\/revisions\/1540"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.bohls.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=256"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.bohls.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=256"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.bohls.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=256"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}