A sudden blow: the majestic wings still flapping on
frightened girl, her thighs caressed by black
membranes 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 stranger lies where?
That quick thrill loins produce
broken walls, roof and tower And Agamemnon dead burnt
.
And she caught it, so dominated by the blood
brutal air
has also taken him to know with the power
Before the bill indefferente let her go?
William Butler Yeats
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| Leda and the Swan Helmut Newton Photography |
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