Archaic Torso of Apollo

We never knew his fantastic head, where eyes like apples ripened. Yet his torso, like a lamp, still glows with his gaze which, although turned down low, lingers and shines. Else the prow of his breast couldn't dazzle you, nor in the slight twist of his loins could a smile run free through that center which held fertility. Else this stone would stand defaced and squat under the shoulders' diaphanous dive and not glisten like a predator's coat; and not from every edge explode like starlight: for there's not one spot that doesn't see you. You must change your life.

R. M. Rilke