| 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. |
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| 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? |
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| A shudder in the loins engenders there |
| The broken
wall, the burning roof and tower |
| And Agamemnon dead. |
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| 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? |
| 1923 |