The Archaic Torso of Apollo, by Carol Light

The Archaic Torso of Apollo by Carol Light —After Rilke This guy’s lost his head but, Jesus, what radiance gleams beneath the pectorals, and, as the eye follows the contours south toward genesis, well, one could go blind smiling. Sure, the surface is stone, chipped here and there, but who wouldn’t be taken by those shoulders and … Continue reading

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 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 … Continue reading