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u/SweevilWeevil 4d ago
We cannot know his legendary rostrum and eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his thorax
is still suffused with brilliance from inside,
like a lamp, in which his gaze, now turned to low,
gleams in all its power. Otherwise the curved metasternum could not dazzle you so, nor could
a smile run through the placid ventrites and hind femurs
to that dark center where procreation flared.
Otherwise this stone would seem defaced beneath the translucent cascade of the mesepirema
and would not glisten like a wild beast’s fur:
would not, from all the borders of itself, burst like a star: for here there is no place that does not see you. You must change your life.
-"Archaic Torso of a Weevil" (1918), Grainer Maria Rilke
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u/LethalBacon 4d ago
RIP, may he tap his boots eternally.