The light that drowned Icarus, when his freedom he found, was the sweetest ignorance that sent him to ground I was the quiet water the dark and silent receiver I was the waves on fire when his body was found Damp wax and melted feathers Gold like a sun half-downed Heat-struck he bore […]
The light that drowned Icarus,
when his freedom he found,
was the sweetest ignorance
that sent him to ground
I was the quiet water
the dark and silent receiver
I was the waves on fire
when his body was found
Damp wax and melted feathers
Gold like a sun half-downed
Heat-struck he bore the clangour
of the waves’ unearthly sound
My vanity and laughter
presided over his slaughter
I was the god Apollo
who sent him to the ground