|
|
What Magic Drum?
By William Butler Yeats
He holds him from desire, all but stops his breathing
lest
primordial Motherhood forsake his limbs, the child no
longer rest,
Drinking joy as it were milk upon his breast.
Through light-obliterating garden foliage what magic
drum?
Down limb and breast or down that glimmering belly
move his mouth and sinewy tongue.
What from the forest came? What beast has licked its
young?
Extra Info:
Part 7 of Supernatural Songs
|
|
Printable Page
Add Your Thoughts on this poem.
This page viewed 952 times.
|
|
