Musées Royaux des Beaux-Arts at Brussels

And to get a little closer to words: http://www.tasc.ac.uk/depart/media/staff/ls/Modules/MED1110/Narrative/WHAuden.htm

W. H. Auden 
   
 Musee des Beaux Arts
 
  
   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. 


I'm not to fond of the poem, but I rather like the painting that he refers to. It's on the link.