An ambiguous fable open to differing interpretations, it is seen by some as a cautionary tale about the disastrous consequences of vainglorious ambition.
The poet W H Auden famously used it in his celebrated poem, Musee des Beaux Arts.
BIRDMAN
I am falling from high
but they do not notice.
The air, through wings
that promised much,
keens like a mourner.
Creeping ants below
evolve
to shepherd,
ploughman,
angler.
I fall unseen.
Someone
will dream it later.
I have no time
to scream.
The water is
hard as stone.
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