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Awe Socratic Seminar ‎(Responses)‎


Brueghel's Winter

Winter Landscape

The Hunters in the Snow

Jagg'd mountain peaks and skies ice-green

Wall in the wild cold scene below.

Churches, farms, bare copse, the sea

In freezing quiet of winter show;

Where ink-black shapes on fields in flood

Curling, skating, and sliding go.

To left, a gabled tavern; a blaze;

Peasants; a watching child; and lo,

Muffled, mute - beneath naked trees

In sharp perspective set a - row --

Trudge huntsmen, sinister spears aslant,

Dogs snuffling behind them in the snow;

And arrowlike, lean, athwart the air

Swoops into space a crow

But flame, nor ice, nor piercing rock,

Nor silence, as of a frozen see,

Nor that slant inward infinite line

Of signboard, bird, and hill, and tree,

Give more than subtle hint of him

Who squandered here life's mystery.

Walter de la Mare

The three men coming down the winter hill

In brown, with tall poles and a pack of hounds

At heel, through the arrangement of the trees,

Past the five figures at the burning straw,

Returning cold and silent to their town,

Returning to the drifted snow, the rink

Lively with children, to the older men,

The long compainions they can never reach,

The blue light, men with ladders, by teh church

The sledge and shadow in the twilit street

Are not aware that in the sandy time

To come, the evil waste of history

Outstretched, they will be seen upon the brow

Of that same hill, when all their company

Will have been irrevocably lost,

These men, this particular three in brown

Witnessed by birds will keep the scene and say

By their configuration with the trees,

The small bridge, the red houses and the fire,

What place, what time, what morning occasion

Sent them into the wood, a pack of hounds

At heel and the tall poles upon their shoulders,

Thence to return as now we see them and

Ankle-deep in snow down the winter hill

Descend, while three birds watch and the fourth flies.

John Berryman, 1939

The over-all picture

icy mountains

in the background the return

from the hunt it is toward evening

from the left

sturdy hunters lead in

their pack the inn-sign

hanging from a

broken hinge is a stag a crucifix

between his antlers the cold

inn yard is

deserted but for a huge bonfire

that flares wind-driven tended by

women who cluster

about it to the right beyond

the hill is a pattern of skaters

Brueghel the painter

concerned with it all has chosen

a winter-struck bush for his

foreground to

complete the picture...

William Carlos Williams, 1950