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| amy nada |
the non-erotic arrows cut quickly. or, a new life, a new orientation. statuesque. without arms, without heads. Archaic Torso of Apollo Though we've not known his unimagined head and what divinity his eyes were showing, his torso like a branching street-lamp's glowing, wherein his gaze, only turned down, can shed light still. Or else the breast's insurgency could not be dazzling you, or you discerning in that slight twist of loins a smile returning to where was center'd his virility. Or else this stone would not stand so intact beneath the shoulders' through-seen cataract and would not glisten like a wild beast's skin; and would not keep from all its contours giving light like a star: for there's no place therein that does not see you. You must change your living. Rilke |
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