Icarus
Mark Tredinnick / Poetry

Icarus

Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew. —Jack Gilbert, “Failing and Flying”                    Like some nocturnal Icarus, I dream too close to heaven—                    I fly too close to morning— and I wake in pieces. And so                    I woke this Wednesday, a child disarmed in sleep and felled                    By the gravity of the ancient light he dawns in. … Continue reading