Death & Dying
Sonnet LXIX: Waiting for Death
Translated by John Addington Symonds (1878) · From Sonnets (trans. Symonds, 1878)
My death must come; but when, I do not know:
Life's short, and little life remains for me:
Fain would my flesh abide; my soul would flee
Heavenward, for still she calls on me to go.
Blind is the world; and evil here below
O'erwhelms and triumphs over honesty:
The light is quenched; quenched too is bravery:
Lies reign, and truth hath ceased her face to show.
When will that day dawn, Lord, for which he waits
Who trusts in Thee? Lo, this prolonged delay
Destroys all hope and robs the soul of life.
Why streams the light from those celestial gates,
If death prevent the day of grace, and stay
Our souls for ever in the toils of strife?
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MLA
Buonarroti, Michelangelo. “Sonnet LXIX: Waiting for Death.” Translated by John Addington Symonds. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/michelangelo/75/.
Chicago
Buonarroti, Michelangelo. “Sonnet LXIX: Waiting for Death.” Translated by John Addington Symonds. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/michelangelo/75/.
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