Wednesday, June 17, 2009

a favorite poem

Archaic Torso of Apollo
by Rainer Maria Rilke (translated by H. Landman)

We never knew his fantastic head,
where eyes like apples ripened. Yet
his torso, like a lamp, still glows
with his gaze which, although turned down low,

lingers and shines. Else the prow of his breast
couldn't dazzle you, nor in the slight twist
of his loins could a smile run free
through that center which held fertility.

Else this stone would stand defaced and squat
under the shoulders' diaphanous dive
and not glisten like a predator's coat;

and not from every edge explode
like starlight: for there's not one spot
that doesn't see you. You must change your life.

1 comment:

  1. This is one of my favorites, too, Will. The last line comes back to me over and over.