Michelangelo Buonarroti

(1475-1564 / Italy)

Xxvi. _Joy May Kill._ - Poem by Michelangelo Buonarroti

Non men gran grasia, donna.

Too much good luck no less than misery
May kill a man condemned to mortal pain,
If, lost to hope and chilled in every vein,
A sudden pardon comes to set him free.
Thus thy unwonted kindness shown to me
Amid the gloom where only sad thoughts reign,
With too much rapture bringing light again,
Threatens my life more than that agony.
Good news and bad may bear the self-same knife;
And death may follow both upon their flight;
For hearts that shrink or swell, alike will break.
Let then thy beauty, to preserve my life,
Temper the source of this supreme delight,
Lest joy so poignant slay a soul so weak.

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Comments about Xxvi. _Joy May Kill._ by Michelangelo Buonarroti

  • Fabrizio Frosini (1/3/2016 2:19:00 PM)

    Michelangelo Buonarroti - Rime
    150. Non men gran grazia, donna, che gran doglia

    Non men gran grazia, donna, che gran doglia
    ancide alcun, che ’l furto a morte mena,
    privo di speme e ghiacciato ogni vena,
    se vien subito scampo che ’l discioglia.
    Simil se tuo mercé, più che ma’ soglia,5
    nella miseria mie d’affanni piena,
    con superchia pietà mi rasserena,
    par, più che ’l pianger, la vita mi toglia.
    Così n’avvien di novell’aspra o dolce:
    ne’ lor contrari è morte in un momento,10
    onde s’allarga o troppo stringe ’l core.
    Tal tuo beltà, c’Amore e ’l ciel qui folce,
    se mi vuol vivo affreni il gran contento,
    c’al don superchio debil virtù muore.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010

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