My lady, it’s the taking
away that gives the marble grace
and bares the figure’s face
to grow beneath the flaking.
And like the figure I’m encased:
so hard the rough excess
of carnal appetite,
which closes me from light,
that straining is no use.
But lady you can carve distress
away and sculpt me loose.
(Michelangelo Buonarroti)
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