What would it be like to be a dog? I think of Blake’s binding and loosing of energies here. Wouldn’t it be great if life could always be this energetic, free, joyous, and simple? At the leap, notice the sun–and call this dog Icarus.
I like these lines from a Jack Gilbert poem:
I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell,
but just coming to the end of his triumph.