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the devouring sun
"And now Samos, sacred to Juno, lay ahead to the left (Delos and Paros were behind them), Lebinthos, and Calymne, rich in honey, to the right, when the boy began to delight in his daring flight, and abandoning his guide, drawn by desire for the heavens, soared higher.
His nearness to the devouring sun softened the fragrant wax that held the wings: and the wax melted: he flailed with bare arms, but losing his oar-like wings, could not ride the air. Even as his mouth was crying his father’s name, it vanished into the dark blue sea, the Icarian Sea, called after him.
The unhappy father, now no longer a father, shouted, ‘Icarus, Icarus, where are you? Which way should I be looking, to see you?’
‘Icarus!’ he called, again."
From Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book VIII, translated by A.S. Kline
the devouring sun
"And now Samos, sacred to Juno, lay ahead to the left (Delos and Paros were behind them), Lebinthos, and Calymne, rich in honey, to the right, when the boy began to delight in his daring flight, and abandoning his guide, drawn by desire for the heavens, soared higher.
His nearness to the devouring sun softened the fragrant wax that held the wings: and the wax melted: he flailed with bare arms, but losing his oar-like wings, could not ride the air. Even as his mouth was crying his father’s name, it vanished into the dark blue sea, the Icarian Sea, called after him.
The unhappy father, now no longer a father, shouted, ‘Icarus, Icarus, where are you? Which way should I be looking, to see you?’
‘Icarus!’ he called, again."
From Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book VIII, translated by A.S. Kline