Leda and the Swan
Apr. 11th, 2009 09:24 amWilliam Butler Yeats (1865-1939) wrote in the same era as most of the poems I have been posting, but he was Irish rather than American. Brilliant use of language. This is my favourite of his; I was reminded of it because I watched In Search of Troy yesterday - not that the TV show mentioned Leda and the swan. The swan was the god Zeus, who took that form to rape the human queen Leda of Sparta, thus conceiving Helen of Troy.
Leda and the Swan
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?