Lvi. First Reading. Poem by Michelangelo Buonarroti
Lvi. First Reading.
HEAVEN-BORN BEAUTY.
Per ritornar là.
As one who will reseek her home of light,
Thy form immortal to this prison-house
Descended, like an angel piteous,
To heal all hearts and make the whole world bright.
'Tis this that thralls my soul in love's delight,
Not thy clear face of beauty glorious;
For he who harbours virtue, still will choose
To love what neither years nor death can blight.
So fares it ever with things high and rare
Wrought in the sweat of nature; heaven above
Showers on their birth the blessings of her prime:
Nor hath God deigned to show Himself elsewhere
More clearly than in human forms sublime;
Which, since they image Him, alone I love.
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Michelangelo Buonarroti - Rime 106. Per ritornar là donde venne fora Per ritornar là donde venne fora, l’immortal forma al tuo carcer terreno venne com’angel di pietà sì pieno, che sana ogn’intelletto e ’l mondo onora. Questo sol m’arde e questo m’innamora,5 non pur di fuora il tuo volto sereno: c’amor non già di cosa che vien meno tien ferma speme, in cui virtù dimora. Né altro avvien di cose altere e nuove in cui si preme la natura, e ’l cielo10 è c’ a’ lor parti largo s’apparecchia; né Dio, suo grazia, mi si mostra altrove più che ’n alcun leggiadro e mortal velo; e quel sol amo perch’in lui si specchia.