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<\/a>Leda and the Swan by Peter Paul Rubens (1598-1600)<\/p><\/div>\n
Leda and the Swan<\/strong> — William Butler Yeats<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" During my lunch time walk, I saw a single white swan floating bright white against the dark waters of the channel. 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 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[16,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-105","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-art","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/vivtown.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/105","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/vivtown.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/vivtown.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/vivtown.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/vivtown.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=105"}],"version-history":[{"count":11,"href":"http:\/\/vivtown.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/105\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":424,"href":"http:\/\/vivtown.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/105\/revisions\/424"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/vivtown.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=105"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/vivtown.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=105"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/vivtown.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=105"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nA sudden blow: the great wings beating still
\nAbove the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
\nBy the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
\nHe holds her helpless breast upon his breast.
\nHow can those terrified vague fingers push
\nThe feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
\nAnd how can body, laid in that white rush,
\nBut feel the strange heart beating where it lies?
\nA shudder in the loins engenders there
\nThe broken wall, the burning roof and tower
\nAnd Agamemnon dead.
\nBeing so caught up,
\nSo mastered by the brute blood of the air,
\nDid she put on his knowledge with his power
\nBefore the indifferent beak could let her drop?<\/p>\n