Love wakens us, and gives us wings for higher
Heavens, ennobling our initial aim;
Is the first step through which the soul, in shame
And weariness, forgets the earth for its sire.
Yet it is precisely Michelangelo's earthiness that sets him apart from his Renaissance peers. The poet refers again and again to the labor of sculpting, a hard reality far removed from Petrarch's bucolic pastorals. Old age, night, and death are recurring themes, not usually as enemies but as friends.
For one can only find
Beauty when it is late, and one is dying.
Love and desire are the subject of most of the poems, but even here Michelangelo retains perspective and humor.
Oh, your face is much sweeter than mustard,
Fairer than turnip. A snail has pushed its vehicle
On it, and made it as it is - so lustered.
His earthly love and labor are dominated by frustration and disappointment, but are redeemed by the hope of a higher consummation.
Oh, yes, my soul remembers its first love,
And loves and honors its own great reward:
Loving the servant, one adores the lord.
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