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
Cool.
Inauguration poem.
Not cool.
2 comments:
yea I agree. The poem felt awkward in a way, I'm not sure if it was she presented it but I found myself zoning in and out.
i freaking LOVE reading your blog.
and i can vouch for you on this one...
you really DID come away with that one question.
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