Poem of the day.

Archaic Torso of Apollo
We cannot know his legendary head
with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso
is still suffused with brilliance from inside,
like a lamp, in which his gaze, now turned to low,
gleams in all its power. Otherwise
the curved breast 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:
would 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. 
Rainer Maria Rilke

2 thoughts on “Poem of the day.

  1. nemo paradise

    At first I was distressed, because I thought you may have been the author of this excrescence, but was vastly relieved to find it was someone named Rilke. “Eyes like ripening fruit” indeed.

    1. williamcullum Post author

      Excrescence, indeed. I’m expecting this blog to be an experiment in teetering on the edge of satire. Except when it’s deadly serious. Or just deadly. Thanks for visiting.


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