My Lady, It's The Taking - Poem by Michelangelo Buonarroti
My lady, it's the taking
away that gives the marble grace
and bares the figure's face
to grow beneath the flaking.
And like the figure I'm encased:
so hard the rough excess
of carnal appetite,
which closes me from light,
that straining is no use.
But lady you can carve distress
away and sculpt me loose.
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