Xxiii. _Flesh And Spirit._ Poem by Michelangelo Buonarroti
Xxiii. _Flesh And Spirit._
Ben posson gli occhi.
Well may these eyes of mine both near and far
Behold the beams that from thy beauty flow;
But, lady, feet must halt where sight may go:
We see, but cannot climb to clasp a star.
The pure ethereal soul surmounts that bar
Of flesh, and soars to where thy splendours glow,
Free through the eyes; while prisoned here below,
Though fired with fervent love, our bodies are.
Clogged with mortality and wingless, we
Cannot pursue an angel in her flight:
Only to gaze exhausts our utmost might.
Yet, if but heaven like earth incline to thee,
Let my whole body be one eye to see,
That not one part of me may miss thy sight!
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Michelangelo Buonarroti - Rime 166. Ben posson gli occhi mie presso e lontano Ben posson gli occhi mie presso e lontano veder dov’apparisce il tuo bel volto; ma dove loro, ai pie’, donna, è ben tolto portar le braccia e l’una e l’altra mano. L’anima, l’intelletto intero e sano5 per gli occhi ascende più libero e sciolto a l’alta tuo beltà; ma l’ardor molto non dà tal previlegio al corp’umano grave e mortal, sì che mal segue poi, senz’ali ancor, d’un’angioletta il volo,10 e ’l veder sol pur se ne gloria e loda. Deh, se tu puo’ nel ciel quante tra noi, fa’ del mie corpo tutto un occhio solo; né fie poi parte in me che non ti goda.