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ah these old hands can fashion fairer shapes
in marble and can paint diviner pictures
since i have known her | img2poems |
his wealth is scattered to the winds his children
are long since dead but those celestial gates
survive and keep his name and memory green | img2poems |
sharp is the vinegar of sweet wine and sharp
the words you speak because the heart within you
is sweet unto the core | img2poems |
raphael is not dead
he doth but sleep for how can he be dead
who lives immortal in the hearts of men | img2poems |
he only drank the precious wine of youth
the outbreak of the grapes before the vintage
was trodden to bitterness by the feet of men | img2poems |
i have but words of praise and admiration
for his great genius and the world is fairer
that he lived in it | img2poems |
each one performs his life-work and then leaves it
those that come after him will estimate
his influence on the age in which he lived | img2poems |
so you have left at last your still lagoons
your city of silence floating in the sea
and come to us in rome | img2poems |
there are things in rome
that one might walk bare-footed here from venice
but to see once and then to die content | img2poems |
i felt so once but i have grown familiar
with desolation and it has become
no more a pain to me but a delight | img2poems |
and paints with fires
sudden and splendid as the lightning paints
the cloudy vault of heaven | img2poems |
indeed i know not
't was a foolish boast
and does no harm to any but himself | img2poems |
when you two
are gone who is there that remains behind
to seize the pencil falling from your fingers | img2poems |
i hear
your son orazio and your nephew marco
mentioned with honor | img2poems |
that acrisius did well
to lock such beauty in a brazen tower
and hide it from all eyes | img2poems |
and more that you were present
and saw the showery jove from high olympus
descend in all his splendor | img2poems |
messer michele all the arts are yours
not one alone and therefore i may venture
to put a question to you | img2poems |
how from the canvas they detach themselves
till they deceive the eye and one would say
it is a statue with a screen behind it | img2poems |
and now maestro i will say once more
how admirable i esteem your work
and leave you without further interruption | img2poems |
death is the chillness that precedes the dawn
we shudder for a moment then awake
in the broad sunshine of the other life | img2poems |
hand me the mirror
i would fain behold
what change comes o'er our features when we die | img2poems |
do you remember julia when we walked
one afternoon upon the castle terrace
at ischia on the day before you left me | img2poems |
oh do not speak of him
his sudden death
o'ercomes me now as it o'ercame me then | img2poems |
therefore be cautious
keep your secret thought
locked in your breast | img2poems |
not pale but whiter than the sheet of snows
that without wind on some fair hill-top lies
her weary body seemed to find repose | img2poems |
like a sweet slumber in her lovely eyes
when now the spirit was no longer there
was what is dying called by the unwise | img2poems |
how wonderful
the light upon her face
shines from the windows of another world | img2poems |
i must then the short-coming of my means
piece out by stepping forward as the spartan
was told to add a step to his short sword | img2poems |
death's lightnings strike to right and left of me
and like a ruined wall the world around me
crumbles away and i am left alone | img2poems |
when one pope dies another is soon made
and i can make a dozen cardinals
but cannot make one michael angelo | img2poems |
you cardinal salviati
are an old man
are you incapable | img2poems |
i have seen his model
and have approved it
but here comes the artist | img2poems |
beware of him
he may make persians of you
to carry burdens on your backs forever | img2poems |
come forward dear maestro
in these gardens
all ceremonies of our court are banished | img2poems |
how graciously
your holiness commiserates old age
and its infirmities | img2poems |
i would advise
your holiness not to cross it or not often
it is not safe | img2poems |
there is some mystery here
these cardinals
stand lowering at me with unfriendly eyes | img2poems |
deputies
of the commissioners and they complain
of insufficient light in the three chapels | img2poems |
monsignore
perhaps you do not know that in the vaulting
above there are to go three other windows | img2poems |
therefore i pray your holiness release me
take off from me the burden of this work
let me go back to florence | img2poems |
and the grasshopper
shall be a burden and desire shall fail
because man goeth unto his long home | img2poems |
i have had my dream
and cannot carry out my great conception
and put it into act | img2poems |
the same reason
that keeps you standing sentinel at your door
the air of this delicious summer morning | img2poems |
i say no news from florence: i am wrong
for benvenuto writes that he is coming
to be my guest in rome | img2poems |
ah
benvenuto
't is a masterpiece | img2poems |
tradition says that fifteen thousand men
were toiling for ten years incessantly
upon this amphitheatre | img2poems |
think you that i approve such cruelties
because i marvel at the architects
who built these walls and curved these noble arches | img2poems |
your work i say again is nobler work
in so far as its end and aim are nobler
and this is but a ruin like the rest | img2poems |
its vaulted passages are made the caverns
of robbers and are haunted by the ghosts
of murdered men | img2poems |
a certain man copernicus by name
sometime professor here in rome has whispered
it is the earth and not the sun that moves | img2poems |
half sunk beneath the horizon
and yet not gone
twelve years are a long while | img2poems |
ah generous master
how shall i e'er thank you
for such kind language | img2poems |
dear benvenuto
i recognized the latent genius in you
but feared your vices | img2poems |
a strange adventure
that could have happened to no man alive
but you my benvenuto | img2poems |
the grand duke cosimo now reigns supreme
all liberty is dead
ah woe is me | img2poems |
well now he writes to me that as a christian
he is ashamed of the unbounded freedom
with which i represent it | img2poems |
he says i show mankind that i am wanting
in piety and religion in proportion
as i profess perfection in my art | img2poems |
i represent the angels
without their heavenly glory and the saints
without a trace of earthly modesty | img2poems |
he is at home there and he ought to know
what men avert their eyes from in such places
from the last judgment chiefly i imagine | img2poems |
i will not think of it but let it pass
for a rude speech thrown at me in the street
as boys threw stones at dante | img2poems |
but i grow old and weak
what wilt thou do
when i am dead urbino | img2poems |
ay it will make thee rich
thou shalt not die
a beggar in a hospital | img2poems |
thou hast served michael angelo
remember
henceforward thou shalt serve no other master | img2poems |
i have just fled from it
it is beleaguered
by spanish troops led by the duke of alva | img2poems |
so he calls them
and yet in fact these bright angelic legions
are only german lutherans | img2poems |
there was of old a monk of wittenberg
who went to rome you may have heard of him
his name was luther and you know what followed | img2poems |
o death why is it i cannot portray
thy form and features
do i stand too near thee | img2poems |
you have been revelling with your boon companions
giorgio vasari and you come to me
at an untimely hour | img2poems |
his holiness desires to see again
the drawing you once showed him of the dome
of the basilica | img2poems |
ah me
ah me
what darkness of despair | img2poems |
our lives are rivers gliding free
to that unfathomed boundless sea
the silent grave | img2poems |
thither all earthly pomp and boast
roll to be swallowed up and lost
in one dark wave | img2poems |
did we but use it as we ought
this world would school each wandering thought
to its high state | img2poems |
faith wings the soul beyond the sky
up to that better world on high
for which we wait | img2poems |
wealth and the high estate of pride
with what untimely speed they glide
how soon depart | img2poems |
bid not the shadowy phantoms stay
the vassals of a mistress they
of fickle heart | img2poems |
these gifts in fortune's hands are found
her swift revolving wheel turns round
and they are gone | img2poems |
no rest the inconstant goddess knows
but changing and without repose
still hurries on | img2poems |
where are the high-born dames and where
their gay attire and jewelled hair
and odors sweet | img2poems |
where are the gentle knights that came
to kneel and breathe love's ardent flame
low at their feet | img2poems |
where is the mazy dance of old
the flowing robes inwrought with gold
the dancers wore | img2poems |
but o how false and full of guile
that world which wore so soft a smile
but to betray | img2poems |
she that had been his friend before
now from the fated monarch tore
her charms away | img2poems |
what was their prosperous estate
when high exalted and elate
with power and pride | img2poems |
what but a transient gleam of light
a flame which glaring at its height
grew dim and died | img2poems |
their deeds of mercy and of arms
in peaceful days or war's alarms
when thou dost show | img2poems |
o death thy stern and angry face
one stroke of thy all-powerful mace
can overthrow | img2poems |
to friends a friend how kind to all
the vassals of this ancient hall
and feudal fief | img2poems |
what prudence with the old and wise
what grace in youthful gayeties
in all how sage | img2poems |
benignant to the serf and slave
he showed the base and falsely brave
a lion's rage | img2poems |
his soul to him who gave it rose
god lead it to its long repose
its glorious rest | img2poems |
and though the warrior's sun has set
its light shall linger round us yet
bright radiant blest | img2poems |
clear fount of light
my native land on high
bright with a glory that shall never fade | img2poems |
mansion of truth
without a veil or shade
thy holy quiet meets the spirit's eye | img2poems |
heavenward the bright perfections i adore
direct and the sure promise cheers the way
that whither love aspires there shall my dwelling be | img2poems |
how without guile thy bosom all transparent
as the pure crystal lets the curious eye
thy secrets scan thy smooth round pebbles count | img2poems |
many a corpse is bathed in thee
both of moors and eke of christians
slain with swords most cruelly | img2poems |
the peasant leaves his plough afield
the reaper leaves his hook
and from his hand the shepherd-boy | img2poems |
the young set up a shout of joy
the old forget their years
the feeble man grows stout of heart | img2poems |
some day some day
o troubled breast
shalt thou find rest | img2poems |
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