Lessons learned from Icarus (II)
In an earlier post, I asked about what we can learn from the story of Icarus. Or is the real lesson: That life goes on, no matter what happens?
Here is the famous painting of the event known as ‘Landscape with the Fall of Icarus’ by Pieter Brueghel.
Notice how the farmer goes on ploughing, and how the shepherd continues to watch over his sheep. How the fisherman peers into the depths. How the ship sails on. And where is Icarus? Off in the corner, only his flailing legs to be seen.
Read also this ecphrastic poem by William Carlos Williams that he wrote upon seeing this painting:
According to Brueghel
when Icarus fell
it was spring
a farmer was ploughing
the whole pageantry
of the year was
the edge of the sea
sweating in the sun
the wings’ wax
off the coast
a splash quite unnoticed
I like the way that the poem talks more about the mundane routines of life compared to the ‘unsignificant splash’ caused by Icarus when he fell from the sky. And of course the form of the poem is cute: like Icarus himself falling down, down, down.