His Pride
I have scattered pieces of myself
in every land I have stopped. Sometimes
elaborate toys pleasing to a child, or
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Yes, you saved your son, you built your son! This poem is for me the greatest love-confession of a Father to his Son, for there is no greater pride, ordeal, joy a man could feel than knowing that all his legacy will be carried on through generations...Yes, a woman's womb carry the child but The Creator is The Man. There can be any womb, hence the surrogate mother, BUT there can be ONLY ONE MAN to be THE FATHER. The Poet and his Son can be all heroes, immortal and mortal Kings for the Father knows that his DNA is saved with His Son. The Poet knows that he will be remembered centuries to come through his Son's sons and their sons. Simply wonderful to behold...Daniel, thank you for this creation, for there is not greater creation, better and more complete Poem than TO BE A FATHER TO YOUR SON.
Thank you, Magdalena, . for seeing so deeply into my soul through your comment. In an interview, Seamus Heaney paused for a moment and said, No parent can say about his child, no mistakes there. Then he laughed brightly. Your comment on fatherhood dispels my doubts and I too am laughing brightly.
Yes, you saved your son, you built your son! This poem is for me the greatest love-confession of a Father to his Son, for there is no greater pride, ordeal, joy a man could feel than knowing that all his legacy will be carried on through generations...Yes, a woman's womb carry the child but The Creator is The Man. There can be any womb, hence the surrogate mother, BUT there care can be ONLY ONE MAN to be THE FATHER. The Poet and his Son can be all heroes, immortal and mortal Kings for the Father knows that his DNA is saved with His Son. The Poet knows that he will be remembered centuries to come through his Son's sons and their sons. Simply wonderful to behold...Daniel, thank you for this creation, for there is not greater creation, better and more complete Poem than TO BE A FATHER TO YOUR SON.
A very well penned poem, Daniel - as all your poems, I have to say. Daedalus/Icarus story is here cleverly revisited: it is quite an interesting variation, where you imagine that Icarus disappeared into the tunnel's darkness - and through there, to freedom and to a longer life than the sad one Myth assigns him. Yes, it is a bright and intriguing variation, but this way, his fate becomes that of a mere mortal... From this point of view, Daedalus In The Labyrinth has a more powerful poetic expression, Daniel. And you know that it remains my favourite one :)
I agree with your viewpoint that the earlier Daedalus poem is more powerful; it's also imbued mythic energy, This one treats the myth as a fragment of history. You can see Robt. Oppenheimer in this Daedalus, and he comes across first as a parent, only secondarily as a mythic figure. The first poem serves the myth; the second one USES the myth.
Once again through your poems, you take the readers back to the wonders of Greek Mythology! This poem it is very masterfully crafted as Daedalus himself; when he constructed Wings for his son Icarus. And by analogy, every mortal father tries to inspire: freedom and faith in dreams to their sons.