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Musee des Beaux Arts by W.H. Auden
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Musee des Beaux Arts W.H. Auden
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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.









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