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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE ARCIERI OF MICHELANGELO, by WILLIAM ROSE BENET Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Ye with your phantom bows, and sinews straining Last Line: Transfixed, ye strain, and still no arrow flies! Subject(s): Michelangelo Buonarroti (1475-1564) | |||
Ye with your phantom bows, and sinews straining Toward Life's mute priestess hid behind her shield, Base loves have puffed the fire wherethrough ye wield Beauty to loose the shafts that should be raining Thick on her targe, and to a furious feigning Is the proud passion of your blood congealed. Like frustrate flames ye poise, and hold the field Through love's long sleep, of life no conquest gaining. There, in your rearward, Age contorted tries At last to bend true beauty to his power, Lacking the arrows of his youth's bright dower Who might have loosed them on an high emprise. Here, by base uses of your noblest hour Transfixed, ye strain, and still no arrow flies! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON AN UNFINISHED STATUE BY MICHAEL ANGELO by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE LOVE SONG OF J. ALFRED PRUFROCK by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT FOR THE HOLY FAMILY, BY MICHELANGELO (IN THE NATIONAL GALLERY) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI CONVERSATION WITH A JAPANESE STUDENT by ELEANOR WILNER ON MICHAEL ANGELO by WASHINGTON ALLSTON MICHAEL ANGELO by AUGUSTE BARBIER THE 'MOSES' OF MICHAEL ANGELO by ROBERT BROWNING MICHELANGELO by RHYS CARPENTER DEATH-BED REFLECTIONS OF MICHAEL-ANGELO by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE THE FALCONER OF GOD by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |
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