<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426675" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Daedalus in Sicily</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">All his life he was building something, inventing something.<br>Now, for a Cretan queen, an artificial heifer,<br>so as to cuckold the king. Then a labyrinth, the time for<br>the king himself, to hide from bewildered glances<br>an unbearable offspring. Or a flying contraption, when<br>the king figured himself so busy with new commissions.<br>The son of that journey perished falling into the sea,<br>like Phaeton, who, they say, also spurned his father’s <br>orders. Here, in Sicily, stiff on its scorching sand,<br>sits a very old man, capable of transporting<br>himself through the air, if robbed of other means of passage.<br>All his life he was building something, inventing something.<br>All his life from those clever constructions m from those inventions,<br>he had to flee. As though inventions<br>and constructions are anxious to rid themselves of their blueprints<br>like children ashamed of their parents, Presumably, that’s the fear<br>of replication. Waves are running onto the sand;<br>behind, shine the tusks of the local mountains.<br>Yet he had already invented, when he was young, the seesaw,<br>using the strong resemblance between motion and stasis.<br>The old man bends down, ties to his brittle ankle<br>(so as not to get lost) a lengthy thread,<br>straightens up with a grunt, and heads out for Hades.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Joseph+Brodsky">Joseph Brodsky</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=426675" data-title="Daedalus in Sicily de Joseph Brodsky" data-description="All his life he was building something, inventing something. Now, for a Cretan queen, an artificial heifer, so as to cuckold the king. Then a labyrinth, the time for the king himself, to hide from bewildered glances an unbearable offspring. Or a f..."></div> </div> </div>

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