Torso Poems - Poems about Torso

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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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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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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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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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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