Michelangelo Buonarroti

(1475-1564 / Italy)

Lxxiii. _At The Foot Of The Cross._ - Poem by Michelangelo Buonarroti

Scarco d' un' importuna.

Freed from a burden sore and grievous band,
Dear Lord, and from this wearying world untied,
Like a frail bark I turn me to Thy side,
As from a fierce storm to a tranquil land.
Thy thorns, Thy nails, and either bleeding hand,
With Thy mild gentle piteous face, provide
Promise of help and mercies multiplied,
And hope that yet my soul secure may stand.
Let not Thy holy eyes be just to see
My evil past, Thy chastened ears to hear
And stretch the arm of judgment to my crime:
Let Thy blood only lave and succour me,
Yielding more perfect pardon, better cheer,
As older still I grow with lengthening time.


Comments about Lxxiii. _At The Foot Of The Cross._ by Michelangelo Buonarroti

  • Fabrizio Frosini (12/29/2015 1:08:00 PM)


    Michelangelo Buonarroti - Rime
    290. Scarco d'un'importuna e greve salma


    Scarco d’un’importuna e greve salma,
    Signor mie caro, e dal mondo disciolto,
    qual fragil legno a te stanco rivolto
    da l’orribil procella in dolce calma.
    Le spine e ’ chiodi e l’una e l’altra palma5
    col tuo benigno umil pietoso volto
    prometton grazia di pentirsi molto,
    e speme di salute a la trist’alma.
    Non mirin co’ iustizia i tuo sant’occhi
    il mie passato, e ’l gastigato orecchio; 10
    non tenda a quello il tuo braccio severo.
    Tuo sangue sol mie colpe lavi e tocchi,
    e più abondi, quant’i’ son più vecchio,
    di pronta aita e di perdono intero.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010



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