<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345141" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Free Fall</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A long while, a long long while it seems:<br>The bat-winged figure shaking his robe,<br>The cameras purring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is Daedalus the tailor, up on the Eiffel Tower<br>Ready to fly. The year is 1900;<br>We watch it, now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">...Shakes at his bat-robe, first to the right,<br>Then left, then right again, a twitch,<br>A doubtful gesture.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Cast thyself from the pinnacle, angels will bear thee up.'<br>So great a height - the wings will surely beat<br>And bear me up?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shaking his robe. A mile of film we are wasting:<br>Why doesn't he jump? In these long seconds<br>What is he thinking?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That the plan was crazy, and the careful stitches<br>Shaped him a shroud? Perhaps he is wondering<br>How to withdraw.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To pretend a flaw in the work, a change in the wind;<br>And imagines how it would be to face<br>The jeering crowd,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Slink back to his trade and live, with nothing to live for.<br>So still he hesitates, and shakes his shroud,<br>Then, suddenly, jumps.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not even a flap from the wings. The lens below<br>Can barely follow the plummeting shape,<br>So quick his fall,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hollowing out his own grave.<br>We are caught between dismay and laughter<br>Watching it now -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not in a myth, not a century back, but now.<br>Ridiculous death. Yet as he stood on the tower,<br>Shaking, shaking his robe,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He mimed what each man must in private try,<br>Poised on the parapet of darkness -<br>Each in that crowd, and you, reader, and I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Barbara+Ridler">Anne Barbara Ridler</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345141" data-title="Free Fall de Anne Barbara Ridler" data-description="A long while, a long long while it seems: The bat-winged figure shaking his robe, The cameras purring. It is Daedalus the tailor, up on the Eiffel Tower Ready to fly. The year is 1900; We watch it, now. ...Shakes at his bat-robe, first to the ri..."></div> </div> </div>

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