At age 89, Michelangelo wrote
this sonnet to his friend the writer and artist, Vasari:
My course of life already has attained,
Through stormy seas, and in a flimsy vessel,
The common port, at which we land to tell
All conduct's cause and warrant, good or bad,
So that the passionate fantasy, which made
Of art a monarch for me and an idol,
Was laden down with sin, now I know well,
Like what all men against their will desired.
What will become, now , of my amorous thoughts,
Once gay and vain, as toward two deaths I move,
One known for sure, the other ominous?
There's no painting or sculpture now that quiets
The Soul that's pointed toward that holy Love
That on the cross opened Its arms to take us.
this sonnet to his friend the writer and artist, Vasari:
My course of life already has attained,
Through stormy seas, and in a flimsy vessel,
The common port, at which we land to tell
All conduct's cause and warrant, good or bad,
So that the passionate fantasy, which made
Of art a monarch for me and an idol,
Was laden down with sin, now I know well,
Like what all men against their will desired.
What will become, now , of my amorous thoughts,
Once gay and vain, as toward two deaths I move,
One known for sure, the other ominous?
There's no painting or sculpture now that quiets
The Soul that's pointed toward that holy Love
That on the cross opened Its arms to take us.
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