Michelangelo Buonarroti

(1475-1564 / Italy)

Ii. _On Dante Alighieri._ - Poem by Michelangelo Buonarroti

Quante dirne si de'.

No tongue can tell of him what should be told,
For on blind eyes his splendour shines too strong;
'Twere easier to blame those who wrought him wrong,
Than sound his least praise with a mouth of gold.
He to explore the place of pain was bold,
Then soared to God, to teach our souls by song;
The gates heaven oped to bear his feet along,
Against his just desire his country rolled.
Thankless I call her, and to her own pain
The nurse of fell mischance; for sign take this,
That ever to the best she deals more scorn:
Among a thousand proofs let one remain;
Though ne'er was fortune more unjust than his,
His equal or his better ne'er was born.

Comments about Ii. _On Dante Alighieri._ by Michelangelo Buonarroti

  • Fabrizio Frosini (12/28/2015 1:13:00 PM)

    Michelangelo Buonarroti - Rime
    250. Quante dirne si de' non si può dire

    Quante dirne si de’ non si può dire,
    ché troppo agli orbi il suo splendor s’accese;
    biasmar si può più ’l popol che l’offese,
    c’al suo men pregio ogni maggior salire.
    Questo discese a’ merti del fallire5
    per l’util nostro, e poi a Dio ascese;
    e le porte, che ’l ciel non gli contese,
    la patria chiuse al suo giusto desire.
    Ingrata, dico, e della suo fortuna
    a suo danno nutrice; ond’è ben segno10
    c’a’ più perfetti abonda di più guai.
    Fra mille altre ragion sol ha quest’una:
    se par non ebbe il suo exilio indegno,
    simil uom né maggior non nacque mai.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010

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