Musée des Beaux Arts
by W. H. Auden
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 Brueghel’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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Stop All the Clocks
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message: He Is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear white cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
- W.H. Auden
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Epaminondas Defending Pelopidas at the Battle of Mantinea, illustration by William Rainey for Plutarch’s Lives for Boys and Girls by W.H. Weston (1900)
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"Michigan" by W. H. Holmes.
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Gift of Dr. Anna Bartsch Dunne
1932
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🐤🎨⭐🎀: "YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH HOWDY?!?!"
🩺:"PLEASE DON'T YELL!!!"
Wanted to try drawing some of the other characters and thought this image was funny/cute in my head lol
((rip in pepperonis to my hand tho I did this all in one sitting and I'm paying the price for it ����🙃))
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Musée des Beaux Arts - W.H. Auden - UK
December 1938
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 Brueghel'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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Excalibur by W. H. Margetson from Legends of King Arthur and His Knights (P. 291) - 1914
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"...we moved beatifically incommunicado, archangels on leave..."
-M.F.K Fisher
(There's a reason Auden called her the best prose stylist in America in his lifetime)
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