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Torso Poems - Poems about Torso


What's Offal and were to get it Allegretto

ZGlance Phattey
 is a marvelous movie
it has enough equal parts
 to balance even the most 
religious or anti religious
 person or people.
People often get tired of 
the religious reasons for doing 
or not doing things. I heard 
"The Baronet and Knight were 
in dispute due to her belief in
 a non- sexual relationship 
be fore
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Categories: torso, america, culture, film, guitar,
Form: Ballade

Sonnets X-Xvi

Sonnets X-XVI


Archaischer Torso Apollos (“Archaic Torso of Apollo”)
by Rainer Maria Rilke
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

We cannot know the beheaded god
nor his eyes' forfeited visions. But still
the figure's trunk glows with the strange vitality
of a lamp lit from within, while his composed will
emanates dynamism. Otherwise
the firmly muscled abdomen could not beguile us,
nor the centering loins
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Categories: torso, art, body, god, life,
Form: Sonnet



Archaic Torso of Apollo: Rilke Translation

Archaic Torso of Apollo
by Rainer Maria Rilke
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

We cannot know the beheaded god
nor his eyes' forfeited visions. But still
the figure's trunk glows with the strange vitality
of a lamp lit from within, while his composed will
emanates dynamism. Otherwise
the firmly muscled abdomen could not beguile us,
nor the centering loins make us smile
at the
...
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Categories: torso, art, body, god, life,
Form: Sonnet

Head and Torso

Nothing-ness fills me 
again. Once visiting a funeral
home, a child asked me,
why do the people die ?

How do I explain the dark 
side of life ? A blunt trauma,
makes me jaded. One collapsing
process creates the black hole.

A nude, the tall figure, stands 
on the rock, much venerated, 
and you cannot take off the 
eyes, deciphering
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Categories: torso, art,
Form: ABC

Premium MemberOne Tired Torso

One Tired Torso

One tired torso stands and sits,
reeling from its aching hips.

The lumbar vertebrae are all but gone,
with femur bones that are old and worn.

A pelvis full that bore two baby girls,
is now a barren and empty world.

A gnarled patella is the mark,
of the many prayers said in the dark.

But it’s the feet that tell
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Categories: torso, age, body, health,
Form: Couplet




Book: Reflection on the Important Things