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¡¡¡¡Leda and the Swan
¡¡¡¡by W. B. Yeats
¡¡¡¡A sudden blow£º 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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