Michelangelo Buonarroti

(1475-1564 / Italy)

Lxiii. After The Death Of Vittoria Colonna. - Poem by Michelangelo Buonarroti

AFTER SUNSET.

Be' mi dove'.

Well might I in those days so fortunate,
What time the sun lightened my path above,
Have soared from earth to heaven, raised by her love
Who winged my labouring soul and sweetened fate.

That sun hath set; and I with hope elate
Who deemed that those bright days would never move,
Find that my thankless soul, deprived thereof,
Declines to death, while heaven still bars the gate.

Love lent me wings; my path was like a stair;
A lamp unto my feet, that sun was given;
And death was safety and great joy to find.

But dying now, I shall not climb to heaven;
Nor can mere memory cheer my heart's despair:-
What help remains when hope is left behind?


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010



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