Discovering the Caedmon Poetry collection CD’s in a closet of mine a few weeks back was like meeting an old friend, and the subsequent nights spent with them have been filled with an internal Rohmer-esque dialogue between myself and the work of Auden, William Carlos Williams, Philip Levine, and a few others. Of course I realize how pedantic this all sounds, but isn’t that what grad school is for?
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Here is a Jersey native.
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Landscape With The Fall of Icarus by William Carlos Williams
According to Brueghel
when Icarus fell
it was spring
a farmer was ploughing
his field
the whole pageantry
of the year was
awake tingling
near
the edge of the sea
concerned
with itself
sweating in the sun
that melted
the wings’ wax
unsignificantly
off the coast
there was
a splash quite unnoticed
this was
Icarus drowning
