Michelangelo Buonarroti

(1475-1564 / Italy)

Xv. _The Lover And The Sculptor._ - Poem by Michelangelo Buonarroti

Non ha l' ottimo artista.

The best of artists hath no thought to show
Which the rough stone in its superfluous shell
Doth not include: to break the marble spell
Is all the hand that serves the brain can do.
The ill I shun, the good I seek, even so
In thee, fair lady, proud, ineffable,
Lies hidden: but the art I wield so well
Works adverse to my wish, and lays me low.
Therefore not love, nor thy transcendent face,
Nor cruelty, nor fortune, nor disdain,
Cause my mischance, nor fate, nor destiny;
Since in thy heart thou carriest death and grace
Enclosed together, and my worthless brain
Can draw forth only death to feed on me.


Comments about Xv. _The Lover And The Sculptor._ by Michelangelo Buonarroti

  • Fabrizio Frosini (12/31/2015 3:58:00 PM)


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    Michelangelo Buonarroti - Rime
    151. Non ha l'ottimo artista alcun concetto


    Non ha l’ottimo artista alcun concetto
    c’un marmo solo in sé non circonscriva
    col suo superchio, e solo a quello arriva
    la man che ubbidisce all’intelletto.
    Il mal ch’io fuggo, e ’l ben ch’io mi prometto,5
    in te, donna leggiadra, altera e diva,
    tal si nasconde; e perch’io più non viva,
    contraria ho l’arte al disïato effetto.
    Amor dunque non ha, né tua beltate
    o durezza o fortuna o gran disdegno,10
    del mio mal colpa, o mio destino o sorte;
    se dentro del tuo cor morte e pietate
    porti in un tempo, e che ’l mio basso ingegno
    non sappia, ardendo, trarne altro che morte.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010



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