So mastered by the brute blood of the air,ĭid she put on his knowledge with his powerīefore the indifferent beak could let her drop? The broken wall, the burning roof and tower The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?Īnd how can body, laid in that white rush,īut feel the strange heart beating where it lies? How can those terrified vague fingers push He holds her helpless breast upon his breast. Yeats, 1924)Ī sudden blow: the great wings beating stillĪbove the staggering girl, her thighs caressedīy the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill, And if you want to see how a sonnet works – what the form can be made to do when you pass a few thousand volts through it – there aren’t many examples as taut and disturbing as this one. This week I want to look at a sonnet close up. Looking in detail at how a poem achieves its effects (either out of copyright or with the author’s permission).
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