Teaching Icarus
Early morning, much too early
for this learning
I am trying to revive
a weary lesson:
Homophones –
pair of words, worlds apart.
Another case, I say, might be
see sea or sun son.
My words are trying to knock in vain
on the glazed panes of their minds
but O, the spring, the girls
the buds.
His gaze keeps gliding into space
immersed in youth, immune
to sense.
At last the cheerful bell rings
and off they go, each to
her fate, his fortune.
His fate it is to be the lesson
the spectacular, one-time event –
And so he falls.
too young, too bare,
too young to bear
this heavy title. No one
can save him from it all.
Early next morning, much too early,
Today the lesson is
On mourning.
Zohar Sternberg