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.
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?
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?
Yeats: and how can body, laid in that white rush, But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?Does the verse match the original painting by Michelangelo? Who knows, there are only copies left. Before finding the picture above, I thought the picture a better record of the encounter, but that old style modelling, and then the writing, more immediate, more sudden than expected: it's a match. Enough for Leda's hatched girls to reflect on.