Leda and the Swan
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?
Leda i el cigne
Panteix sobtat: les grans ales batent
damunt la noia atordida, les negres
membranes amoixant-li les cuixes, el bec
sota el clatell, i el pit d’ell sobre el perplex pit d’ella.
Com poden els seus dits, aterrits, allunyar
l’insigne alat, de les cuixes que cedeixen?
Com pot el cos, tombat pel blanc assalt,
no sentir aquell estrany cor que hi batega?
L’estremiment dels lloms engendra allí
el mur caigut, la torre i sostre en flames
i A gamènon mort.
Captiva així,
sotmesa per la sang bestial de l’aire
¿adquirí el saber d’ell amb son poder
abans que el bec mesell la deixés caure?
Leda and the Swan
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?
Leda i el cigne
Panteix sobtat: les grans ales batent
damunt la noia atordida, les negres
membranes amoixant-li les cuixes, el bec
sota el clatell, i el pit d’ell sobre el perplex pit d’ella.
Com poden els seus dits, aterrits, allunyar
l’insigne alat, de les cuixes que cedeixen?
Com pot el cos, tombat pel blanc assalt,
no sentir aquell estrany cor que hi batega?
L’estremiment dels lloms engendra allí
el mur caigut, la torre i sostre en flames
i A gamènon mort.
Captiva així,
sotmesa per la sang bestial de l’aire
¿adquirí el saber d’ell amb son poder
abans que el bec mesell la deixés caure?