A Queda... - Ícaro 2

A minha paixão pelo voo e pela história mitológica de Ícaro traz este quadro de Brueghel, o velho. Realço a opção de APS por este Ícaro a quem agradeço a gentileza dos comentários e o conhecimento do poema que se segue.

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Pieter Brueghel, o velho, A queda de Ícaro, cerca de 1558

Óleo sobre madeira; 73,5 X 162 cm;Bruxelas, Musées Royaux des Beaux-Arts de Belgique

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 plowman 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.

W.H. Auden (1907 – 1973; retirado da net)