Icarus in Art
By this time Icarus began to feel the joy
Of beating wings in air and steered his course
Beyond his father’s lead: all the wide sky
Was there to tempt him as he steered toward heaven.
Meanwhile the heat of sun struck at his back
And where his wings were joined, sweet-smelling fluid
Ran hot that once was wax. His naked arms
Whirled into wind; his lips, still calling out
His father’s name, were gulfed in the dark sea.
Gabriel Picart
John Pitre
Boris Vallejo
Pierluigi Bruno
Merry-Joseph Blondel
Peter Paul Rubens
Neil Moore
Vittorio Carvelli
Mopey Decker
Herbert Draper
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