Consider Icarus, pasting those sticky wintgs on, <br />testing that strange little tug at his shoulder blade, <br />and think of that first flawless moment over the lawn <br />of the labyrinth. Think of the difference it made! <br />There below are the trees, as awkward as camels; <br />and here are the shocked starlings pumping past <br />and think of innocent Icarus who is doing quite well: <br />larger than a sail, over the fog and the blast <br />of the plushy ocean, he goes. Admire his wings! <br />Feel the fire at his neck and see how casually <br />he glances up and is caught, wondrously tunneling <br />into that hot eye. Who cares that feel back to the sea? <br />See him acclaiming the sun and come plunging down <br />while his sensible daddy goes straight into town.<br /><br />Anne Sexton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-friend-whose-work-has-come-to-triumph/
