Of the four journals I like this one best, though it took me a long time till finally I could get a little understanding of it. I like to read poems with some pictures describing it so it can give me a more concrete idea of the poem.
On the web, it offered another two paintings related to this poem. I think that line 5-8 refers to the painting The Census at Bethlehem. While the Virgin is about to give the birth to Jesus, although it is one of the biggest events, people still carry on with their ordeals, such as paying taxes, and children still go on with their skating. Religion is important, but before you can meet your material needs you can't sincerely concentrate on what you believe. Line 9-13 refers to the painting The Massacre of the Innocents. It talks about a cruel slaughter by Herod. It is a painful tragedy, but every body still got to go on with their work (a dog still lives his life). The people are suffering, but the animals didn't know, they only know about their present needs. These similar idea, again, appeared in the second stanza of the poem: those who might have heard the splash, the forsaken cry by the man splashed into the sea did not act anything special, but carry on doing their duty, as if nothing had happened. I think the line "Quite leisurely from the disaster" are very horrible words wrote by the poet. It made me think of the poem, In a Station of the Metro, how indifference the social relationship between people could be! Even a boy fell out from the sky wouldn't make people turning their head, feeling shocked. Maybe it is not their fault. They may feel sorry but it is the heavy burden of life that made them have no time to think about others. How to keep life going on is the most important thing, and after that came all the other enjoyments. These few lines may seem rather inhuman: seeing others suffering without giving them our help. But that is what reality is. We see many terrible things happen around us everyday, but we do not stop living for them; we may stop for a while to think how unlucky they were and how lucky we are, but soon we carry on with our lives. It is horrible to think of that happening in our society if no one cares for others.
I wasn't sure about why the title of the poem is called Musee des Beaux Arts. The poem talked something about spiritual life and materialistic life. I guess that art is a form of spiritual thing, and artists use their power to capture human emotions, so when we later see their art piece, we could sense something that we have all been through in it, even the smallest thing could mean something great in the form if art.