Minos the King, in violent rage,
In leaving, struck down a nearby page;
To prison he had his councelors, take;
For the crime of making a mistake.
And after a few more diatribes,
He called for all the palace scribes;
“Write, you scribes, about Daedalus,
Who fell to his death with Icarus;
Say that they flew close to the sun,
Their feathers burned and were undone;
Man cannot fly; it is absurd
To dare to imitate a bird! ”
And what of Daedalus and Icarus, free?
They were flying high above the sea,
Above each valley, stream and hill;
Who knows? They may be flying still!
John Bliven Morin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daedalus-and-icarus-page-2-of-2/
