[00:00.19]Leda And The Swan
[00:02.12]by W.B.Yeats
[00:03.65]A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
[00:10.36]Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
[00:15.10]By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
[00:18.77]He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.
[00:22.64]How can those terrified vague fingers push
[00:27.63]The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
[00:31.40]And how can body, laid in that white rush,
[00:35.73]But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?
[00:39.66]A shudder in the loins engenders there
[00:43.42]The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
[00:46.79]And Agamemnon dead.
[00:48.98]Being so caught up,
[00:51.77]So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
[00:54.88]Did she put on his knowledge with his power
[00:59.10]Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?