The flowers of May are in full bloom
But they do not attend my fresco.
And only yesterday, touching up Noah,
I felt the wind change directions
And start blowing northwest; this blasted city
Not even seven hills blocking the salt sea air,
Making me nostalgic for the pure air of the Arezzo hills.
David sealed my fate, says Urbino:
It’s been my twenty-eighth day up at the scaffolding
With men, women and children jeering at this madman
In clothes matted with plaster and colour running down beard.
I cannot bear too much light, nor saw the walking stick
Land on my shoulders, “Son of Ludovico! When will you finish? ”
As Julius II, livid with anger hissed, “Inauguration on All Saints’ Day! ”
At 69 ft for four years my vertigo is cured now.
Painting is a lonely journey.
“When I shall finish, ” I had answered the vacillating Pope,
Neither Genesis, unraveled for Man; nor promises
Of eternal glory make me work furiously.
But that cruel Vittoria, at mass on a certain day
With the Count D_ by her side at the pew
Shall look up at my nine panels of perspiration
And sin in her thoughts with me, in full Apocalyptic view.
i don't know the relevancy of the question by the other Poet! , but ur poem is definately good, .
Probably historically correct. However, interpretations vary, and gr8 art is androgynous. Michaelangelo did have a lady friend called Vittoria. Thanks 4 a ten.
Michaelangelo was gay wasn't he Mandira. Mind you from the look of David, I would have turned every which way for him! rofl Excellent interpretation of the great man at work.10 from still reeling from your imagery, Tai
beautiful haiku: touching up Noah I felt the wind change directions
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fine poem. It's the detachment and the rich frame that does it. Solipsism and uterine angst make thin gruel by comparison.