‘As Icarus Drowns: After Breugel’ by Bruce Dale Wise The Society March 19, 2013 Art, Poetry As Icarus drowns in the deep-green, wine-dark sea, before the white, round fisher happily ensconced and th’ extr’ordinary sailing ship embarking, a shepherd, standing near his flock and loyal dog, is gazing in the opposite direction tow’rd the sky. Above him, looking down, a plowman slogs along; he’s turning up the ground behind a horse. The landscape’s touched with foliage, shadows, trees; and all around one sees, birds, buildings, and, of course, the distant sun, that sits at the horizon, gleams o’er all, rocks, people, ships upon the watery diagonal the vista shows legs leave with ease. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.