L’Aurora
del medesimo
Scalpel non su, che m’ha di marmo espressa
Ma stupor di me stessa,
Veggendomi non più dei bei colori,
Ma di bianchi pallori — Alba vestita.
Pur l’essere insassita
Col mio Vecchio importuno almen mi giova,
Perche mi trova, in dubbio s’io son dessa,
Viè più fredda di lui, qual hor m’appressa.
Dawn
by Michelangelo
Chisel it was not that made this marble so,
but the shock of
seeing myself, pallid white,
no longer clothed in Dawn’s beautiful colors.
Though petrification does have its use ––
the relentless Old Sculptor,
doubtful I am stone, finds me
cold each time he draws near.