Pomyślcie, proszę, wraz ze mną o człowieku z lotnią, który w sobotę tak właśnie umarł. Było nas czworo i byliśmy jak ten oracz za pługiem i rybak z siecią. Mogliśmy tylko patrzeć. A on spadł i umarł.

Potrzebowałam dwóch dni, by móc napisać ten wpis.

Please, let us think about a paraglider, who died on saturday exactly like Icarus. We were four of us, looking at his fall, not able to do anything.

I needed two days for being able to prepare that post.


Pieter Brueghel the Elder (1526/1530–1569), Landscape with the Fall of Icarus,1558, oil on canvas mounted on wood, Royal Museums of Fine Arts of Belgium. Wikipedia commons. Photographer: manosuelta.files.wordpress.com.

William Carlos Wiliams

According to Brueghel
when Icarus fell
it was spring

a farmer was ploughing
his field
the whole pageantry

of the year was awake
near the edge
of the sea

with itself

in the sun
that melted
the wings’ wax

off the coast
there was
a splash

quite unnoticed
this was
Icarus drowning

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 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.


3 thoughts on “Ikar

  1. Ech, pomysle oczywiscie. Rowniez i o tym, jak bardzo zyje przy ziemi. Liczac od czasu do czasu co najwyzej na to, ze jakas mysl sie wzbije nieco ponad centymetr. No, ale Ikar to zupelnie inny Lebensgefühl. Nie zamienilby sie z nami, istotami bez skrzydel. Posylam mu w gore niejedna teraz mysl. Niech mu od tego bedzie lotnie.

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