a poem by Michelangelo Buonarroti
NON ha l’ ottimo artista alcun concetto
che un marmo solo in sé non circonscriva
col suo soverchio; e solo a quello arriva
la man che obbedisce all’ intelletto.
Il mal ch’ io fuggo, e ’l ben ch’ io mi prometto,
in te, donna leggiadra, altera e diva,
tal si nasconde; e perch’ io più non viva
contraria ho l’ arte al disïato effetto.
Amor dunque non ha, nè tua beltate,
o fortuna, o durezza, o gran disdegno,
del mio mal colpa, o mio destino o sorte;
se dentro del tuo cor morte e pietate
porti in un tempo, e che ’l mio basso ingegno
non sappia, ardendo, trarne altro che morte.
NOTE OF INTEREST:
"Michelangelo" has been celebrated for centuries as one of the greatest artists the world has ever known but did you know he was also a poet?
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