Allusion

Describe part or all of this picture in one sentence using words.

Does a poem have to be “showy” or intense to be a great poem? This is Just to Say I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold William Carlos Williams

What a jerk!

What is this painting about?

What is an allusion? Not an illusion…

The story of Icarus and Daedalus, a Greek myth: Icarus’ father, Daedalus, gives him wings. The feathers of the wings were made out of wax. Daedalus warns Icarus not to fly too close to the sun. Disobeying his father, Icarus flew towards the sun, melted his wings, and fell into the sea below and drowned.

The painter was a Flemish Renaissance artist named Pieter Bruegel. He is often remembered as the greatest painter to emerge from the 16th century. Bruegel’s genre and landscape scenes are what inspired him the most and earned him the name “Peasant Bruegel”. His works displayed honest depictions of the peasant life and the rural country sides. Towards the end of his career, Bruegel became increasingly interested with the human figure and its relationship with the natural world. In all his paintings, human activity is the dominant theme. In the 1560′s, Bruegel painted “Landscape With The Fall of Icarus”.

Bruegel is alluding to the Greek myth of Icarus’ death. He created something new that “leans on” the creation of another person.

Better brace yourself, because guess what?!

Someone else created something that alludes to this painting!

Landscape With The Fall Of Icarus 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 by William Carlos Williams

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening BY ROBERT FROST Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.

Daybreak The bed that nestled me through the night threw me right out like a rag, not a clean spot left to use. The day has broken and I am what it broke. But the sun is soft and quiet, hanging on its hook. I am its twin, in matching sweaters. I want it between my thumb and index finger, to help us both by chopping twelve hours from the day in one chess-like move. I know it will take all we have to make it to point B today when old white-haired Rob winks at me from atop a horse in the left lane, whispering: and miles to go before I sleep. And so I slowly filled my day with motion and commotion until evening came, burnt and hungry. My golden twin long since fallen to that crooked smiley face without eyes. And that bed, that same shameless bed plays coy and bids me come.Rice

ASSIGNMENT DETAILS: You are going to allude to something else in a poem. Your task is to find something that a human constructed and write a poem that was inspired by it. Between words. Easy-peasy.