Michelangelo’s Poem about the Sistine Chapel
“I’ve already grown a goiter from this torture,hunched up here like a cat in Lombardy(or anywhere else where the stagnant water’s poison).My stomach’s squashed under my chin, my beard’spointing at heaven, my brain’s crushed in a casket,my breast twists like a harpy’s. My brush,above me all the time, dribbles paintso my face makes a fine […]