LEDA

Leda, sweet Leda

under the wings

of the great white swan,

wings beating the air

to the rhythm

of its savage thrusts,

quivers and moans,

grasping with her hands

the riverbrank grass,

the arch of the Sun

in summer blaze

rises and declines,

as the wings beat the air

to the rhythm 

of the long mating

of Leda, sweet Leda

quivering and moaning,

grasping the riverbank grass

among the sheltering reeds,

under the great beating wings

of her white-plumed lover.

06.02.2026