tu rendi sana nostra carn’inferma,
rasciughi i pianti e posi ogni fatica,
e furi a chi ben vive ogn’ira e tedio.
—Michelangelo Buonarroti
[O night, O time so sweet, even though black…
You restore our ailing flesh to health,
wipe dry our tears and put to rest all toil,
and take from him who lives rightly all wrath and weariness.
—Translation by James M. Saslow]
I really like that poem!
Posted by: ariadne | 20 April 2006 at 16:15