Michelangelo Buonarroti

(1475-1564 / Italy)

Xl. First Reading. - Poem by Michelangelo Buonarroti


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.

Comments about Xl. First Reading. by Michelangelo Buonarroti

  • Fabrizio Frosini (12/31/2015 3:11:00 PM)

    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.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010

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