It feels as though I make my own way

It feels as though I make my own way through massive rock like a vein of ore alone, encased. I am so deep inside it I can’t see the path or any distance: everything is close and everything closing in on me has turned to stone. Since I still don’t know enough about pain, this … 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