Landscape with the Fall of Icarus
William Carlos Williams, 1883 – 1963

According to Brueghel
when Icarus fell
it was spring

a farmer was ploughing¹
his field

the whole pageantry²
of the year was
awake tingling
near

the edge of the sea³
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

END

PS

Yes, lovely Josephine,
животът е голям,
животът (винаги) продължава,
and after all
            it doesn’t really matter [to the reality of life] какво точно се случва на този или онзи (конкретен) individual; but it hugely matters to that (конкретен) individual!
Може за малко some stuff да привлече [for more or less time] вниманието [ни – на повече или по-малко ppl]
but at the end of the day, lovely Jos,
всеки is [and should be] his own centre of the world [that (s)he lives in]!
Живите, живи – winners or losers; умрелите, умрели!
Животът (of the humanity) продължава – to each [that have individually (un)happily survived] accordingly…

Животът, lovely Jos,
            който е истински [неподправен, non-false],
ведно с възходите и паденията - of (all) the (living) individuals!