Leda and the Swan叶芝英文诗词

　　Leda and the Swan

　　by W. B. Yeats

　　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？