Here are some things you probably didn't know about me:
- Sometimes I read things other than romance novels.
- I have 3/4 of an art history degree.
- One time David Sedaris told me I should start smoking.
- I love poetry.
This poem happened to stop me in my tracks over the weekend, and I wanted to share it with you.
Archaic Torso of Apollo by Rainer Maria Rilke
(emphasis is mine)
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.