In which we find out why evolving flight is so dreadfully difficult
The boy began to rejoice in his audacious flight
and deserted his leader, and drawn by a desire for the sky
he pushed his path higher. The nearness of the sun quickly
softens the fragrant waxes, the feathers’ binding;
the waxes have melted: he shakes his bare arms
but lacking wings he secures no air,
and shouting his father’s name his face
is swallowed by the azure water . . .
With that, Icarus’s brief flight is brought to an abrupt and permanent end in the Aegean Sea, to serve as a warning ...