The wax has melted
but the dream of flight
persists.
I, Icarus, though grounded
in my flesh
have one bright section in me
where a bird
night after starry night
while I’m asleep
unfolds its phantom wings
and practices.
From: https://canpoetry.library.utoronto.ca/page/poem3.htm
Date: 1954
By: Patricia Kathleen Page (Judith Cape) (1916-2010)
From Troubles of The World 