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Delmore Schwartz - Archaic Bust Of Apollo
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(After Rilke)


We cannot know the indescribable face
Where the eyes like apples ripened. Even so,
His torso has a candelabra`s glow,
His gaze, contained as in a mirror`s grace,

Shines within it. Otherwise his breast
Would not be dazzling. Nor would you recognize
The smile that moves along his curving thighs,
There where love`s strength is caught within its nest.

This stone would not be broken, but intact 
Beneath the shoulders` flowing cataract, 
Nor would it glisten like a stallion`s hide,

Brimming with radiance from every side
As a star sparkles. Now it is dawn once more.
All places scrutinize you. You must be reborn.
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