Icarus’
fall
Nobody saw him fall.
Nobody knows what he felt.
Nobody knows if his exultation at daring
was worth his perishing.
All this about belonging to life,
about losing life
nobody is to know.
This was his alone.
And what
happened later
was probably of
no account.
No more than the
mayfly’s
path across the
waters.
Wings as wings –
and all
shall fall.
The evening was
never as beautiful as now
at sunset:
the sea
glittering, the sun’s jewel gleaming,
the ship that is
passing.
The ship always
passing
towards the
morrow.
Nobody saw what happened.
Nobody has any time in life.
The fisherman is in such a hurry. He knows
that the fish bite best at sunset.
And with his back to the sea the
shepherd stands deep in prayer.
He has noticed nothing.
And the farmer ploughing sees nothing
except the furrow he is following.
Everybody was in
such a hurry,
The evening was
clear and beautiful,
and there was
nobody who noticed
Icarus’ fall.
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