From the Italian. Seven Sonnets and a Canzone. I. The Artist

The following translations are from the poems of Michael Angelo as revised by his nephew, Michael Angelo the Younger, and were made before the publication of the original text by Guasti.H. W. L.

NOTHING the greatest artist can conceive

That every marble block doth not confine

Within itself; and only its design

The hand that follows intellect can achieve.

The ill I flee, the good that I believe,

In thee, fair lady, lofty and divine,

Thus hidden lie; and so that death be mine,

Art of desired success doth me bereave.

Love is not guilty, then, nor thy fair face,

Nor fortune, cruelty, nor great disdain,

Of my disgrace, nor chance nor destiny,

If in thy heart both death and love find place

At the same time, and if my humble brain,

Burning, can nothing draw but death from thee.

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