Hello Panic Attack

So it is Monday and my Literature class it tonight.  I get real nervous when I go to this class because right now it is all about poetry.  I struggle with that and interpreting it....Ugh!!!  Well we are learning how to compare a picture to the poem written about it.  She says we are going to each be assigned one and we are going to study it and present it to the class.  At this point I think I went completely pale and was trying to figure out which door was closest for my quick exit.  So I of course said a quick prayer...and pretty soon I started to calm down, my fists weren't quenched so tight anymore...needless to say I did survive and didn't pass out.  I think I did a pretty good job!!  Sigh of Relief.....Next week my first test in this class.....let the next panic attack happen. 

The Picture Below and the two poems are what I had to present to the class...It is actually very interesting.

Peter Brueghel the Elder, Landscape with the fall of Icarus

 

Musee des Beaux Arts

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.

Landscape With The Fall of Icarus

  by William Carlos Williams

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

So what do you all think????