Archaic Torso

a new sculpture that i know nothing about (shells, hockey pucks, and foam)

Archaic Torso of Apollo
by Rainer Maria Rilke

We can not know his legendary head
with eyes like ripening apples. but
his torso still glows like a candelabra,
in which his gaze, only scaled back,

to hold and shine. Otherwise the bug could not
the chest blind you, and through the placid hips
the loins could a smile to go
to that dark center where procreation flared.

Otherwise this stone would enstellt and short 
under the translucent cascade Shultern 
and would not glisten like a wild beast;

and did not bring out all its edges
like a star: there is no place
that you can not see. You must change your life.

[translated by Google Translate]
other versions here

outside Gillespie Elementary School, Chicago, IL