Happy Birthday, Michelangelo
Today in 1475, in Caprese, Italy, Michelangelo Buonarroti was born. He wrote poetry along with his other talents.
Ravished by all that to the eyes is fair,
Yet hungry for the joys that truly bless,
My soul can find no stair
To mount to heaven, save earth's loveliness.
For from the stars above
Descends a glorious light
That lifts our longing to their highest height
And bears the name of love.
Nor is there aught can move
A gentle heart, or purge or make it wise,
But beauty and the starlight of her eyes.
This poem was translated into English by George Santayana (1863-1952).
Find other poems here
2 Comments:
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At 8:05 PM, March 06, 2008
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At 4:51 AM, March 07, 2008
Lynet had this to say...
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<-- Older Post ^ Home Newer Post -->Lovely poem.
Oh, wow. That's gorgeous. I can't help but see it as pointing out that the beauty that religion can create is really of this world, even if that wasn't how it was originally meant.
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