Complete Poems of Michelangelo

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Preface
I. The Long Beginning - 1475-1532
1. A man who's happy many a year, one hour
2. Brow burning, in cool gloom, as sundown shears
3. I was happy, with fate favoring, to abide,
4. How joyfully it shows, the garland there,
5. A goiter it seems I got from this backward craning
6. If any of those old proverbs, lord, make sense
7. Who's this that draws me forcibly to you?
8. O God, O God, O God, how can I be
9. He Who made all there is, made every part
10. Chalices hammered into sword and helmet!
11. How much less torment to breathe out my soul
12. How could I, since it's so,
13. Fame keeps the epitaphs where they lie
she moves
14. The Day and the Night speak, and what they say is:
15. Seeing I'm yours, I rouse me from afar
16. From one all loveliness and all allure,
17. Rancorous heart, cruel, pitiless, though showing
18. Though shouldered from the road I chose when young,
19. Fine lass or lady, they
20. Sweeter your face than grapes are, stewed to mush
21. Once born, death's our destination.
22. What's to become of me? What's this you're doing
23. I was, for years and years now, wounded, killed
24. I made my eyes an entryway for poison
25. When with a clanking chain a master locks
26. Uproot a plant - there's no way it can seal
27. Flee from this Love, you lovers
flee the flame!
28. Because there's never a time I'm not enchanted
29. All rage, all misery, all show of strength,
30. From eyes of my beloved one, come burning
31. Love in your eyes? No
life and death are there
32. I live for sinning, for the self that dies,
33. Were it true that, besides my own, another's arms
34. Where my love lives is nowhere in my heart,
35. The eyelid, shadowing, doesn't interfere
36. My lover stole my heart, just over there
37. In me there's only death
my life's in you
38. He who beguiles both time and death together
39. For a wound from the searing arrows Love lets fly
40. When blithely Love would lift me up to heaven
41. O noble soul, in whom, as mirrored, show
42. Pray tell me, Love, if what my eyes can see
43. My reason, out of sorts with me, deplores,
44. When to that beauty that I saw before
45. It well may be, so vehement my sighing,
46. If my rough hammer shapes the obdurate stone
47. When the occasioner of my many a sigh
48. Just as a flame, by wind and weather flailed,
49. Your beauty, Love, stuns mortal reckonings.
50. What's to become of her, long years from now,
51. Alas! Alas! for the way I've been betrayed
52. Were one allowed to kill himself right here
53. Who rides by night on horseback, come the day
54. I do believe, if you were made of stone,
55. Though quite expensive, look, I've bought you this:
56. My death is what I live on
seems to me
57. If I'm more alive because love burns and chars me,
II. Three Loves - 1532-1547
58. If longings for the immortal, which exalt
59. If pure devotion, passion without stain,
60. You know, my lord, that I too know you know
61. If, when it caught my eye first, I'd been bolder,
62. Only with fire can men at forge and flue
63. So fond is fire of the frigid stone it waits
64. If fire can melt down steel and shatter flint
65. Just when I'm lost in adoration of you
66. Maybe, so I'd look kindly on souls in need,
67. A new and more commendable delight
68. Then there's this giant - tall! So tall he can't
69. Nature knows what it's doing: one cruel as you
70. O cruel star, or say instead, cruel will,
71. I have your letter, thank you, as received,
72. 1f, through our eyes, the heart's seen in the face,
73. Now that I'm banned and routed from the fire
74. I weep, I burn - burn up! - my heart thereby
75. Too much! the way he flaunts himself around,
76. Whether or not the light I long for, sent
77. Supposing the passionate fire your eyes enkindle
78. From grief I cherished to a rueful laugh,
79. Blissful spirit, thanks to whom new passion
80. I really believed, that first great day when, awed,
81. In everything I see, the meaning's plain,
82. Not even, in dreams sent soaring, can I imagine
83. What in your handsome face I see, my lord,
84. From ink, from pen in hand we see outflow
85. Having, my friend, your letter here in hand,
86. Already burdened with a heavy heart,
87. I wish I'd want what I don't want, Lord, at all.
88. By a face of fiery cold, I'm set aflame
89. Through your fine eyes I see such mellow light
90. I'm dearer to me, much more, than ever I was.
91. So I can best endure
92. Although time presses hard and prods us on
93. Should the senses' rapturous burning override
94. Kindly to others, to itself unkind,
95. Give back to my eyes their flow, 0 spring, 0 river
96. With all my heart I love you
if not so,
97. With heart of sulphur, flesh of tinder too,
98. Why ease the tension of this wild desire
99. What a chance I had! I should have, while I could,
100. When heaven confirmed your brilliance, most of all,
101. The night prevails where Phoebus - that's our sun
102. O night, comforting night, dark though you are,
103. Every shut, in room or space, every covered one,
104. The One Who made, and from utter nothing too,
105. My gaze saw no mere mortal on the day
106. From heaven it ventured forth, there must return,
107. Drawn to each lovely thing, my doting eyes.
108. No rest here for the wicked, as folk say
109. Not always so prized and cherished by us all
110. I'm here to say you've given earth your all,
111. My lady, if it's true
112. For a safe haven, for escape at last,
113. No slightest chance on earth her heavenly eye
114. Easily you confound
115. Wiles, guiles, smiles, gold and pearls, her gala ways
116. I wouldn't if I could, Love, check the urge
117. If right desire takes wing
118. Although my heart had often been aflame
119. From the first whimper to the expiring sigh
120. Time now good-byes were said
121. Just as you cannot not be lovely here,
122. If fire, so quick to char,
123. The more it seems I agonize, the more
124. My lady is so impetuous, devil-may-care,
125. Such wealth of promise lies
126. If the soul, in truth, from body once set free,
127. Not death so much, but its terror rescues me,
128. The fear of death! Who'd shove
129. By light more brilliant of a star more bright
130. No doubt much peril lies
131. From beneath two arching brows
132. Whenever my past unrolls before these eyes
133. Life's final hours: brought there by many a year,
134. O blessed souls, who high in heaven delight
135. With much of time and life gone, all the more
136. Flooded, the soul pours out
137. If, to rejoice, you crave our tears and woe,
138. Humbly I bow my shoulders, bear the yoke
139. In lovelier and crueller flesh than yours,
140. If the soul returns, that last
141. If I'm to believe my eyes now, your response
142. I think it may be, so
143. Life's quick and brief
the more my days fly by
144. At times I project ahead
145. If she rejoices in my tears, and you
146. Looks thrown away on others
147. Please tell me, Love, if that lady had a soul
148. I'd feel the more secure,
149. I'll surely be thought a dullard in talent, art
150. Great mercy, my lady, as likely as great pain
151. Nothing the best of artists can conceive
152. As by subtracting, my lady one creates
153. A mould's not alone in this:
154. My lady, you raise me so
155. Your kindness to me, and the ways of fate I
156. That whole way up to your brilliant diadem
157. Your merciful, sweet care
158. It seems, Love, out you've flung
159. To be less unworthy, my exalted lady,
160. If obligated by so great a favor
161. What file's incessant bite
162. Now on the left foot shuffling, now the right
163. Hating myself, the more I run away,
164. For a reliable guide in my vocation
165. If we constrain the eyes, easy response
166. My lady, these eyes see vividly - far, near -
167. From where you triumphed in me, Love, right here,
168. Because there's half of me which, heaven-born
169. Impassioned as I am,
170. Great beauty scattering its brilliant flame
171. Among the memory of all lovely things,
172. She's made her mind up, the
173. If a joyous heart makes beautiful the face
174. From what these eyes, my lady, see of you
175. So, Love, it hasn't healed, not even the least
176. No need at all for your angel loveliness
177. Bright in our minds, but in the dark earth stranded
178. Her beauty's alive in heaven! I believe her
179. If his bright eyes are closed and laid to rest
180. My fervent prayer, if any pity me
181. "So tell me, Death, why not possess some face
182. Death didn't wish to lay Cecchino low
183. Such brightness I under earth now, put to shame
184. My name meant I"Arms." But little help to me
185. Born, died. Now bedded by the churchyard wall.
186. No way he who undid me can restore
187. Inside, his soul could not be outside too
188. If nature now deferred to death, dejected
189. Closed now his shining eyes, that dazzled so
190. Here I'm thought dead. Alive, I comforted
191. Souls rise alive from the body's sad last bed.
192. If true (and it is) that with body's final breath
193. His beautiful eyes! I hardly saw them, only
194. Too early fallen asleep here, I'm alive
195. "If two hours' dying steals a hundred years,
196. O lucky me, to look upon me dead!
197. My flesh turned earth, my bones turned naked shame,
198. If it could be, to revive my life once more,
199. Who grieve now at my grave, in vain they pray,
200. Cold stone, none knows but you, my gaol forever,
201. From clutch of clock and calendar now fled,
202. One of the Bracci, I. Now, as you see,
203. A Bracci born. From birth, born wailing, I'd
204. I'm dearer dead than ever I was, before
205. If death has buried here, hardly in leaf,
206. From heaven my beauty, flawless and divine.
207. I'm death's forever, who, that one forlorn
208. Gone under now, the sun you loved to greet
209. Why fallen so soon asleep? Not hard to tell:
210. Peace, life - he found them in my open eyes.
211. If, while I lived, a someone, eyes on me,
212. No other handsome face such power possessed
213. Young Braccio's buried here. To mend a lack
214. His life gave yours rich reason for thanksgiving,
215. Ashes to ashes, spirit to the sky,
216. Within this tomb our handsome Braccio's laid.
217. If Braccio's beauty, phoenix-like, could be
218. The sun of Braccio's under earth. The sun
219. A Bracci, 1. Alive because I'm dead.
220. Cecchi no here has laid his body low
221. Braccio lies here. No less a tomb could show
222. Death stretched an arm, stole fruit not ripened yet
223. Mere mortal once. Divine, though, born to be
224. Death shut those eyes, him too it shut below
225. A Bracci once. The soul in me withdrew,
226. The soul lives onl I know it, lying here,
227. Braccio retrieves from earth the mortal scrim
228. Earth lends us flesh I heaven lends the soul, the two
229. Be sure, my eyes, you know
230. To see that your famous beauty still endures
231. Too late for Love to set my heart aflame,
232. No differently the guilty wretch hangs back
233. If, vulnerable from early youth, a heart
234. It's not enough, if it doesn't come from you,
235. A man within a woman - no, I'd say
236. If by its heaven-sent power the mind conceives
237. To one of taste both flawless and robust,
238. On earth, it's no unworthy soul that nurses
239. My lady, how comes it about - what all can see
240. This face, says art, alone
241. Through many a year and many a vain assay
242. As, working in hard stone to make the face
243. Whenever remembrance of the one I love
244. If sorrow makes one beautiful (it's said),
245. "Say the face I'm speaking of now, hers I mean,
246. You revel in my torments, only you,
247. To sleep, even more be made of stone: how these
248. Straight down from heaven, and in the flesh, he came
249. "Your beauty an angel's, Lady, you were meant
250. All there's to say of him, no way of saying
251 .There's pleasure in great favors done, but hidden
252. Since I'm too obligated,
253. Had I, when young, been leery of the glow
254. Though bent with age, to me
255. Your lovely eyes, now bent
256. Suppose a lady has no other graces
257. Why only at long last, why next to neve
258. Although it's amply true your human face
259. No question but, when my desire's aflame,
260. Not true that it's always grim with mortal sin,
261. Love long delayed comes kindly, by fortune's favor,
262. If a god, Love, can't you do
263. A woman's beauty, new
264. As I've carried in my heart this many a year
265. So it wouldn't need to retrieve the total sum
266. What wonder that - seeing how, beside your fire,
III. The Four Last Things - 1547-1564
267. I'm packaged in here like the pulp in fruit
268. Because age steals away
269. Now armed with biting ice, now tongues of fire,
270. You give me only what you're glutted with
271. I fed on you, and with you, many a year
272. Bring back the day the reins hung slack and free
273. Though always one and the same, the one same who
274. Oh let me see You everywhere I go!
275. Enclosed and hidden in a monstrous stone,
276. Whatever the eye finds lovely, in a flash
277. Though you with line and color excel, securing
278. If leaves aren't what you're wanting,
279. Power of a lovely face impels me where?
280. Confused, with itself at odds, soul fails to find
281. Time was my fire burned high, yes, even on ice
282. In such servility! and all so boring!
283. The springtime, fresh and green, can never guess
284. If, in Your name, some image comes to mind,
285. So now it's over, my day's long voyage, through
286. My infinite thoughts, so many gone awry,
287. Day in, day out, from childhood long ago,
288. The world and all its fables long ago
289. There's nothing lower on earth, of less account
290. Rid of this nagging nattering cadaver,
291. I think, indeed know well, some crushing sin,
292. How very sweet indeed the prayers I'd say
293. Burdened with years and crapulous with sin,
294. It leaves me plunged in gloom and pain - yet dear
295. Assured of death, of its timing, though, not so
296. If our very thirst for longer life bids fair
297. Though years and years in dour allurement lapped
298. With no less joy than grief and consternation
299. For the sugar, for the mule, those candles too,
300. By merit of grace, the cross, and all we've suffered,
301. My eyes are saddened by so much they see,
302. One way remains to loose me yet, dear Lord,
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