The second stanza in 'Archaic Torso of Apollo' is especially great (the whole of it is great, but this stanza especially):

gleams in all its power. Otherwise
the curved breast could not dazzle you so, nor could
a smile run through the placid hips and thighs
to that dark center where procreation flared.

And Maya Angelou, what can I say :) ? Great choice!