...is the least surprising thing I found in
poem 267 by
Michelangelo, as translated by John Frederick Nims. For some reason I half expected all Michelangelo's poems to be much like these from
Michelangelo Love Sonnets and Madrigals, translations by Michael Sullivan. I wonder if little bits of poem 267 were already running through his head when he painted the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel?
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