A sudden blow: the majestic wings still flapping the frightened girl, her thighs caressed
from black membrane holding the neck to the beak,
holds firm to his chest his chest helpless.
How can fingers terrified uncertain
push the feathered glory from her thighs to give away,
and how can the body, took the impetus white
not feel his heart pounding foreign where it lies?
That produces rapid quivering loins
walls broken the burning roof and tower And Agamemnon dead
.
And she caught it,
so dominated by the brutal blood of the air,
has also taken him to know with the power
Before the indifferent beak could let her go?
from black membrane holding the neck to the beak,
holds firm to his chest his chest helpless.
How can fingers terrified uncertain
push the feathered glory from her thighs to give away,
and how can the body, took the impetus white
not feel his heart pounding foreign where it lies?
That produces rapid quivering loins
walls broken the burning roof and tower And Agamemnon dead
.
And she caught it,
so dominated by the brutal blood of the air,
has also taken him to know with the power
Before the indifferent beak could let her go?
Leda and the Swan WB Yeats
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