Torso of an Archaic Apollo (Rainer Maria Rilke Poems)
We cannot know his legendary headwith eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torsois still suffused with brilliance from inside,like ...
We cannot know his legendary headwith eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torsois still suffused with brilliance from inside,like ...
He capped a flask and hissed a quiet curse -Bleakly smiling, tapped a switch to bleedA pressure vessel. (Clearly what ...
In the eyes: dream. The brow as if it could feelsomething far off. Around the lips, a greatfreshness—seductive, though there ...
High above he stands, beside the many saintly figures fronting the cathedral's gothic tympanum, close by the window called the ...
O you tender ones, walk now and then into the breath that blows coldly past, Upon your cheeks let it ...
We cannot know his legendary head with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso is still suffused with brilliance ...
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