Michelangelo Buonarroti

(1475-1564 / Italy)

Xix. _The Amulet Of Love._ - Poem by Michelangelo Buonarroti

Io mi son caro assai più.

Far more than I was wont myself I prize:
With you within my heart I rise in rate,
Just as a gem engraved with delicate
Devices o'er the uncut stone doth rise;
Or as a painted sheet exceeds in price
Each leaf left pure and in its virgin state:
Such then am I since I was consecrate
To be the mark for arrows from your eyes.
Stamped with your seal I'm safe where'er I go,
Like one who carries charms or coat of mail
Against all dangers that his life assail
Nor fire nor water now may work me woe;
Sight to the blind I can restore by you,
Heal every wound, and every loss renew.


Comments about Xix. _The Amulet Of Love._ by Michelangelo Buonarroti

  • Fabrizio Frosini (12/31/2015 3:09:00 PM)


    Michelangelo Buonarroti - Rime
    90. I' mi son caro assai più ch'i' non soglio


    I’ mi son caro assai più ch’i’ non soglio;
    poi ch’i’ t’ebbi nel cor più di me vaglio,
    come pietra c’aggiuntovi l’intaglio
    è di più pregio che ’l suo primo scoglio.
    O come scritta o pinta carta o foglio5
    più si riguarda d’ogni straccio o taglio,
    tal di me fo, da po’ ch’i’ fu’ berzaglio
    segnato dal tuo viso, e non mi doglio.
    Sicur con tale stampa in ogni loco
    vo, come quel c’ha incanti o arme seco,10
    c’ogni periglio gli fan venir meno.
    I’ vaglio contr’a l’acqua e contr’al foco,
    col segno tuo rallumino ogni cieco,
    e col mie sputo sano ogni veleno.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010



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