6. Michelangelo

GA 63/1914-01-08/p040 ·1914-01-08 · English HighHigh alignmentThis translation's paragraph count matches the German original — the locus maps cleanly to the same paragraph in DE.
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> Now hath my life across a stormy sea > like a frail barque reached that wide port where all > are hidden, ere the final reckoning fall > of good and evil for eternity. > Now know I well how that fond phantasy, > which made my soul the worshipper and thrall > of earthly art, is vain; how criminal > is that which all men seek unwillingly. > Those amorous thoughts which were so lightly dressed > what are they when the double death is nigh? > The one I know for sure, the other dread. > Painting nor sculpture now can lull to rest > my soul that turns to His great Love on high > Whose arms to clasp us on the cross were spread.

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