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Ascendit Icarus (AI)
A poem contemplating Icarus’s flight, intertwining ancient themes with modern pathos. This is complemented by images of the sculpture that inspired the poem and an audio performance by the Editor.
To the Cleft of the Mountain We Go
Fold up the linen and keep the receipts / Re-bury the boxes in earth. / Tight—shut the windows, hermetically seal / Let nobody see its birth! // Golden-brown bodies with Sun-kissed lips / Don silver-moon garments of old. / Hush— cool silence for raging and violence / Fire’s mouth must be closed to console. // To the cleft of the mountain we go!