Leda and the Swan
William Butler Yeats
A sudden blow: the great
wing beating still
Above the staggering girl,
her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape
caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless
breast upon his breast.
How can those terrified
vague fingers push
The feathered glory from
her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in
that white rush,
But feel the strange heart
beating where it lies?
A shudder in the loins
engenders there
The broken wall, the
burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.
Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute
blood of the air,
Dis she put on his
knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent
beak could let her drop?
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