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There Is A Risk
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2026 Year in Review
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Neighborhoods Within the Village
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Reflection from PUSD Intern Isabella "Izzy" Roberts
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Reflection on Service & Joy from 2025/26 President Dick Myers
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The Villager Engagement Team Welcomed 54 New Villagers
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Muse des Beaux Arts by W. H. Auden

By Jim Hendrick
Posted: 08/16/2024
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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.

😉 Gary Smith brought this poem and read it at A Poetry Gathering. 

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