The Old Masters; how, well, they understood
Its human position kind of; how it takes place or takes the place of happiness, or ease,
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully or even cogently along;
How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting
For lunch or dinner, there always must be
Children who make such a goddamned racket, stealing your dessert or skating
Its human position kind of; how it takes place or takes the place of happiness, or ease,
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully or even cogently along;
How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting
For lunch or dinner, there always must be
Children who make such a goddamned racket, stealing your dessert or skating
on a pond at the edge of the wood:
They never forgot
That even the dreadful marathon must run its course
Anyhoo in a corner, some untidy spot
Where the dogs go widdle and the contortionist's horse
Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.... I forgot what I was going to say ....
In Breughel's Icarus, for instance (if it's really his): how everything turns away
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman,
They never forgot
That even the dreadful marathon must run its course
Anyhoo in a corner, some untidy spot
Where the dogs go widdle and the contortionist's horse
Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.... I forgot what I was going to say ....
In Breughel's Icarus, for instance (if it's really his): how everything turns away
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman,
thinking of his lunch or the Old Masters,
ploughed on. Just like the sun.
And the ship. And the boy too.
Because that is what we do.
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