I added disqus to my tumblr. Looking forward to hearing from you. MBD
This is a favorite Rilke poem
with a new trans. by Sarah Stutt
Apollo’s Archaic Torso
We cannot know his incredible head,where the eyes ripened like apples,yet his torso still glows like a candelabrum,from which his gaze, however dimmed,
still persists and gleams. If this were not so,the bow of his breast could not blind you,nor could a smile, steered by the gentle curveof his loins, glide to the centre of procreation.
And this stone would seem disfigured and stunted,the shoulders descending into nothing,unable to glisten like a predator’s pelt,
or burst out from its confines and radiatelike a star: for there is no angle from whichit cannot see you. You have to change your life.
-Rainer Maria Rilke