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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