/lit/ - Literature

>>19069768
DANTE
by: Michelangelo Buonarroti (1475-1564)
What should be said of him cannot be said;
By too great splendor is his name attended;
To blame is easier than those who him offended,
Than reach the faintest glory round him shed.
This man descended to the doomed and dead
For our instruction; then to God ascended;
Heaven opened wide to him its portals splendid,
Who from his country's, closed against him, fled.
Ungrateful land! To its own prejudice
Nurse of his fortunes; and this showeth well
That the most perfect most of grief shall see.
Among a thousand proofs let one suffice,
That as his exile hath no parallel,
Ne'er walked the earth a greater man than he.
Translated into English by H.W. Longfellow (1807-1882).

>>19069773
THE DOOM OF BEAUTY
by: Michelangelo Buonarroti (1475-1564)
Choice soul, in whom, as in a glass, we see,
Mirrored in thy pure form and delicate,
What beauties heaven and nature can create,
The paragon of all their works to be!
Fair soul, in whom love, pity, piety,
Have found a home, as from thy outward state
We clearly read, and are so rare and great
That they adorn none other like to thee!
Love takes me captive; beauty binds my soul;
Pity and mercy with their gentle eyes
Wake in my heart a hope that cannot cheat.
What law, what destiny, what fell control,
What cruelty, or late or soon, denies
That death should spare perfection so complete?
English translation of "The Doom of Beauty" was composed by John Addington Symonds (1840-1893).

>>19069776
JOY MAY KILL
by: Michelangelo Buonarroti (1475-1564)
Too much good luck no less than misery
May kill a man condemned to mortal pain,
If, lost to hope and chilled in every vein,
A sudden pardon comes to set him free.
Thus thy unwonted kindness shown to me
Amid the gloom where only sad thoughts reign,
With too much rapture bringing light again,
Threatens my life more than that agony.
Good news and bad may bear the self-same knife;
And death may follow both upon their flight;
For hearts that shrink or swell, alike will break.
Let then thy beauty, to preserve my life,
Temper the source of this supreme delight,
Lest joy so poignant slay a soul so weak.
This translation of "Joy May Kill" was composed by John Addington Symonds (1840-1893).

>>19069786
LOVE'S JUSTIFICATION
by: Michelangelo Buonarroti (1475-1564)
Yes! hope may with my strong desire keep pace,
And I be undeluded, unbetrayed:
For if of our affections none find grace
In sight of Heaven, then wherefore hath God made
The world which we inhabit? Better plea
Love cannot have, than that in loving thee
Glory to that eternal peace is paid,
Who such divinity to thee imparts
As hallows and makes pure all gentle hearts.
His hope is treacherous only whose love dies
With beauty, which is varying every hour;
But, in chaste hearts uninfluenced by the power
Of outward change, there blooms a deathless flower,
That breathes on earth the air of paradise.
Translation of "Love's Justification" was composed by William Wordsworth (1770-1850).

>>19069792
ON THE BRINK OF DEATH
by: Michelangelo Buonarroti (1475-1564)
Now hath my life across a stormy sea
Like a frail bark reached that wide port where all
Are bidden, ere the final reckoning fall
Of good and evil for eternity.
Now know I well how that fond phantasy
Which made my soul the worshiper and thrall
Of earthly art, is vain; how criminal
Is that which all men seek unwillingly.
Those amorous thoughts which were so lightly dressed,
What are they when the double death is nigh?
The one I know for sure, the other dread.
Painting nor sculpture now can lull to rest
My soul that turns to His great love on high,
Whose arms to clasp us on the cross were spread.
Translation of "On the Brink of Death" was composed by John Addington Symonds (1840-1893).

>>19069797
POEM
by: Michelangelo Buonarroti (1475-1564)
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.
Translated into English by George Santayana (1863-1952).

>>19069804
TO THE SUPREME BEING
by: Michelangelo Buonarroti (1475-1564)
The prayers I make will then be sweet indeed,
If Thou the spirit give by which I pray:
My unassisted heart is barren clay,
Which of its native self can nothing feed:
Of good and pious works Thou art the seed,
Which quickens only where Thou say'st it may;
Unless Thou show to us Thine own true way,
No man can find it: Father! Thou must lead.
Do Thou, then, breathe those thoughts into my mind
By which such virtue may in me be bred
That in Thy holy footsteps I may tread;
The fetters of my tongue do Thou unbind,
That I may have the power to sing of Thee,
And sound Thy praises everlastingly.
This poem was translated into English by William Wordsworth (1770-1850).

>>19069816
TO VITTORIA COLONNA
by: Michelangelo Buonarroti (1475-1564)
When the prime mover of many sighs
Heaven took through death from out her earthly place,
Nature, that never made so fair a face,
Remained ashamed, and tears were in all eyes.
O fate, unheeding my impassioned cries!
O hopes fallacious! O thou spirit of grace,
Where art thou now? Earth holds in its embrace
Thy lovely limbs, thy holy thoughts the skies.
Vainly did cruel death attempt to stay
The rumor of thy virtuous renown,
That Lethe's waters could not wash away!
A thousand leaves, since he hath stricken thee down,
Speak of thee, not to thee could Heaven convey,
Except through death, a refuge and a crown.
Translated into English by H.W. Longfellow (1807-1882).

Is this the dude who was killed because he said the earth revolved around the sun?

>>19069773
>What should be said of him cannot be said;

>>19069836
No that’s Galileo. Michelangelo painted the Sistine chapel, carved David, Moses, Pieta

>translated poetry
who the fuck cares, post them in italian

>>19069956
based. fuck /lit/ degenerates and their pleb shit

>>19069956
>>19069983
Non voglio essere subdolo e infangarti
Sconsacrare la mia testa e affidarmi a te
Voglio solo fare a pezzi questa corona
Ma è dura quando mi sembra di essere sotto un tir

E tu sei così cinico, un cannibale narcisista
Devo tirarmi fuori dal regno dei morti

A volte detesto la vita che ho creato
Tutto è costantemente sbagliato
Arranco, non ho scampo
Ogni cosa che mi viene incontro
Mi perseguita senza fretta

Tengo duro, perso nella nebbia
In lotta con la vita fino alla fine dei miei giorni

Non vorrei essere scortese, ma mi tocca
Non c'è niente di bello nell'inferno in cui mi hai precipitato
Basta che mi guardi intorno
Per vedere la vita che è arrivata senza restrizioni

E tu sei così cinico, un cannibale narcisista
Devo tirarmi fuori dal regno dei morti

A volte detesto la vita che ho creato
Tutto è costantemente sbagliato
Arranco, non ho scampo
Ogni cosa che mi viene incontro
Mi perseguita senza fretta

A volte detesto la vita che ho creato
Tutto è costantemente sbagliato
Arranco, non ho scampo
Ogni cosa che mi viene incontro
Mi perseguita senza fretta

Tengo duro, perso nella nebbia
In lotta con la vita fino alla fine dei miei giorni

Tengo duro, perso nella nebbia
In lotta con la vita fino alla fine dei miei giorni

>>19069836
Are you American, by any chance?

>Michelangelo? Don't care for him.

>>19070050
Roba tua?

>>19070853
Korn

>>19071142
Buon gruppo, dai. I migliori del nu metal
(SOAD non sono nu metal)

>>19069768
I don't see any thoughts on his poetry, but it is good. Evidently he had reached a high spiritual level. I wonder why?
>Condivi ascribed to him a "monk-like chastity"
Hmmm oh that's interesting. You think chastity has something to do with spiritual attainment and creative potential?
Leftists want him to be a faggot.
>Cavalieri replied: "I swear to return your love. Never have I loved a man more than I love you, never have I wished for a friendship more than I wish for yours."
Clearly that means he sucked dick, thanks so much leftists for this analysis. The world is fucking sick.

>>19071361
>Clearly that means he sucked dick, thanks so much leftists for this analysis. The world is fucking sick.
>i-its leftism!
Projecting :)

>>19070786
BASED

>>19071142
>>19071177
Mamma mia ragazzi i Korn fanno veramente cagare.
I Litfiba invece, quelli di Pelù e Renzulli, ecco loro sì... Eroi nel Vento, Prima Guarda... aahhh che bei tempi!

>>19069930
>Galileo was killed

>>19070050
anon la struttura dei versi è molto semplice e suona più che altro come una pagina di diario dove qua e là hai deciso di andare a capo. Inoltre nominare costantemente "la vita" come soggetto di una poesia è un po' adolescenziale. Per il resto, keep trying.

>>19072857
>>19071142
Merda mi avete fregato