Long-Legged Fly Poem by William Butler Yeats

Long-Legged Fly

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THAT civilisation may not sink,
Its great battle lost,
Quiet the dog, tether the pony
To a distant post;
Our master Caesar is in the tent
Where the maps are spread,
His eyes fixed upon nothing,
A hand under his head.
Like a long-legged fly upon the stream
His mind moves upon silence.

That the topless towers be burnt
And men recall that face,
Move most gently if move you must
In this lonely place.
She thinks, part woman, three parts a child,
That nobody looks; her feet
Practise a tinker shuffle
Picked up on a street.
Like a long-legged fly upon the stream
Her mind moves upon silence.

That girls at puberty may find
The first Adam in their thought,
Shut the door of the Pope's chapel,
Keep those children out.
There on that scaffolding reclines
Michael Angelo.
With no more sound than the mice make
His hand moves to and fro.
Like a long-legged fly upon the stream
His mind moves upon silence.

Doug Bentley 15 November 2017

A long-legged fly is a master glider. It travels effortlessly on the power of any medium.

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Anita Dolas 01 February 2010

I want the poem named Lada and Swan with Mythology Themes

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HughPawsey 29 August 2019

The poem 'Leda and the Swan' can be found on the net at poets.org/poem/leda-and-swan. Nine years is a long time to wait for a poem: but it may still be worth it.

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William Butler Yeats

William Butler Yeats

County Dublin / Ireland
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