Sonnets for pictures FOR "OUR LADY OF THE ROCKS" BY LEONARDO DA VINCI
13/12/2008 by Paula
Mother, is this the darkness of the end,
The shadow of Death? and is that outer sea
Infinite imminent Eternity?
And does the death-pang by man's seed sustain'd
In time's each instant cause thy face to bend
Its silent prayer upon the Son, While he
Blesses the dead with his hand silently
To his long wich hours no moe offend?
Mother of grace, the pass is difficult
Keen as theses rocks, and bewildered souls
Throng it like echoes, blindly shuddering through.
Thy name, O Lord, each spirit's voice extols,
whose peace abides in the dark avenue
Amid the bitterness of things occult.
John Ruskin e Dante Gabriel Rosseti, in Os Pré-Rafaelistas, Antologia Poética, Assírio e Alvim
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