November 2011
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The following passage from John Dryden’s translation of Lucretius is what Yeats called “the finest description of sexual intercourse ever written”:
So love with phantoms cheats our longing eyes, Which hourly seeing never satisfies; Our hands pull nothing from the parts they strain, But wander o’er the lovely limbs in vain: Nor when the youthful pair more closely join, When...
