A fine site

Czech Poet

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Archaic Torso of Apollo

              by Rainer Maria Rilke

We cannot know his legendary head

with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso

is still suffused with brilliance inside,

like a lamp, in which his gaze, now turned to low,

gleams in all it’s power. Otherwise

the curved breasts could not dazzle you so,  nor could

a smile run through the placid hips and thighs

to that dark center where procreation flared.

Otherwise this stone would seem defaced

beneath  the translucent cascade of the shoulders

and would not glisten like a wild beast’s fur

now not, from all the borders of itself,

burst like a star for here there is no place

that does not see you. You must change your life


Author: biochicklet

Scientist raised by intellectuals on poetry, theater, art, history and music in New York City. Escaped to New Mexico to nature and mysticism. Knowing that the absurdities in this life are what we must laugh at.

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