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by Rainer Maria Rilke (Translated by Stephen Mitchell)
We cannot know his legendary1 head with eyes like ripening2 fruit. And yet his torso is still suffused3 with brilliance4 from inside, like a lamp, in which his gaze, now turned to low, gleams in all its power. Otherwise the curved breast could not dazzle you so, nor could a smile run through the placid5 hips6 and thighs7 to that dark center where procreation flared8. Otherwise this stone would seem defaced beneath the translucent9 cascade10 of the shoulders and would not glisten11 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. 点击收听单词发音
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