Sunday Poem

And the world was Icarus
Which smelled of melting wax

…………. —Anonymous

Landscape With the Fall of Icarus

According to Brueghel
when Icarus fell
it was spring

a farmer was ploughing
his field
the whole pageantry

of the year was
awake tingling

the edge of the sea
with itself

sweating in the sun
that melted
the wings’ wax

off the coast
there was

a splash quite unnoticed
this was
Icarus drowning

by William Carlos Williams
from Collected Poems: 1939-1962, Volume II
New Directions Publishing Corp., 1962