Every Conception That A Man Can Find Poem by Michelangelo Buonarroti
Every Conception That A Man Can Find
Every conception that a man can find
is in the stone itself, already there
concealed in excess, but will still require
a hand to free it that obeys the mind.
And you, like marble, lady without peer,
hold possibilities of every kind;
you hold the good I want and pain I fear,
though I effect the opposite of my design.
I won't claim Love's to blame for this, or Chance,
or fault your beauty or demanding will,
or blame unequal birth and circumstance;
I'll say that mercy and annihilation both
were waiting in your heart, and there my skill
cannot discover anything but death.
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ITALIAN TEXT: ___________ Non ha l'ottimo artista alcun concetto Non ha l'ottimo artista alcun concetto c'un marmo solo in se non circonscriva col suo superchio, e solo a quello arriva la man che ubbidisce all'intelletto. Il mal ch'io fuggo, e'l ben ch'io mi prometto, in te, donna leggiadra, altera e diva, tal si nasconde; e perch'io piu non viva contraria ho l'arte al disiato effetto. Amor dunque non ha, ne tua beltate o durezza o fortuna o gran disdegno del mio mal colpa, o mio destino o sorte; se dentro del tuo cor morte e pietate porti in un tempo, e che'l mio basso ingegno non sappia, ardendo, trarne altro che morte.