Lix. _Love Is A Refiner's Fire._ Poem by Michelangelo Buonarroti
Lix. _Love Is A Refiner's Fire._
Non più ch' 'l foco il fabbro.
It is with fire that blacksmiths iron subdue
Unto fair form, the image of their thought:
Nor without fire hath any artist wrought
Gold to its utmost purity of hue.
Nay, nor the unmatched phoenix lives anew,
Unless she burn: if then I am distraught
By fire, I may to better life be brought
Like those whom death restores nor years undo.
The fire whereof I speak, is my great cheer;
Such power it hath to renovate and raise
Me who was almost numbered with the dead;
And since by nature fire doth find its sphere
Soaring aloft, and I am all ablaze,
Heavenward with it my flight must needs be sped.
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Michelangelo Buonarroti - Rime 62. Sol pur col foco il fabbro il ferro stende Sol pur col foco il fabbro il ferro stende al concetto suo caro e bel lavoro, né senza foco alcuno artista l’oro al sommo grado suo raffina e rende; né l’unica fenice sé riprende5 se non prim’arsa; ond’io, s’ardendo moro, spero più chiar resurger tra coloro che morte accresce e ’l tempo non offende. Del foco, di ch’i’ parlo, ho gran ventura c’ancor per rinnovarmi abbi in me loco,10 sendo già quasi nel numer de’ morti. O ver, s’al cielo ascende per natura, al suo elemento, e ch’io converso in foco sie, come fie che seco non mi porti?