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Paul Kelly

Leda And The Swan

 

Leda And The Swan

(album: Thirteen Ways To Look At Birds - 2019)


A sudden blow, the great wings 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
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?

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