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Be Daedalus

Be Daedalus: make wings,
Make feathered wings;
Bind them with wax.
   Avoid the parching sun that brings
   Death as its tax.
   Suns can be brutal things.

Be Daedalus; make wings,
If Icarus be unwise
And swing up toward the flame,
   Forget his prejudice and prize,
   The price, the name.

Be Daedalus; make wings,
Make even feathered wings . . .

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  • annie
    July 13, 2005
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    Someone in print for one poem is worth note and also gives me hope. I am sure she must be surprized perhaps for where the other poems are.