Week Eleven: The Sonnets of Michelangelo
The marble not yet carved can hold the form
Of every thought the greatest artist has,
And no conception can yet come to pass
Unless the hand obeys the intellect.
That cause to the effect yields and gives place,
Nature by art is overcome at last.
I know too well who work with sculptor’s grace
That time and death resign me to the past.
With glorious art – that gift received from heaven –
That conquers nature and in every way
Clings to all human longing and desire;
More precious am I to myself than ever
I used to be, since you possessed my heart,
Just as the stone that’s chiselled by the carver
Has far more value than in its rough state.
Please take one sonnet of Michelangelo’s either from the excerpts above or of your own choosing. Present the work to us and then reflect upon it. In particular, discuss how the writing might give us insights into his architectural workings. Kindly choose verse not mentioned by a previous blogger.