I am quite the literature freak and have been studying lots of poetry recently. One of the poems I came across was Leda and the Swan by Yeats..
His work is absolutely amazing and has extreme significance and some breath taking imagery. One thing that distresses me is that whenever I read the poem and think about it, it arouses me to the point of no return.. The poem is just so descriptive..
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?
Is it weird that i get aroused by the thought of being raped by a swan?