Xl. First Reading. Poem by Michelangelo Buonarroti
Xl. First Reading.
LOVE'S LOADSTONE.
No so s' è la desiata luce.
I know not if it be the longed-for light
Of her first Maker which the spirit feels;
Or if a time-old memory reveals
Some other beauty for the heart's delight;
Or fame or dreams beget that vision bright,
Sweet to the eyes, which through the bosom steals,
Leaving I know not what that wounds and heals,
And now perchance hath made me weep outright.
Be this what this may be, 'tis this I seek:
Nor guide have I; nor know I where to find
That burning fire; yet some one seems to lead.
This, since I saw thee, lady, makes me weak;
A bitter-sweet sways here and there my mind,
And sure I am thine eyes this mischief breed.
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Michelangelo Buonarroti - Rime 76. Non so se s'è la desïata luce Non so se s’è la desïata luce del suo primo fattor, che l’alma sente, o se dalla memoria della gente alcun’altra beltà nel cor traluce; o se fama o se sogno alcun produce5 agli occhi manifesto, al cor presente, di sé lasciando un non so che cocente ch’è forse or quel c’a pianger mi conduce. Quel ch’i’ sento e ch’i’ cerco e chi mi guidi meco non è; né so ben veder dove10 trovar mel possa, e par c’altri mel mostri. Questo, signor, m’avvien, po’ ch’i’ vi vidi, c’un dolce amaro, un sì e no mi muove: certo saranno stati gli occhi vostri.