Though I'll Never Be Michelangelo
This night, unhappiness devours my soul,as I bemoan past occasions now lost,
and long for childhood when my joy felt whole,
before darkness entered my life with cost.
How I pant for the gift of graphic art
and painting (if only to be alive
to illustrate and draw, by hand and heart,
a scene where rivers, trees, and birds could thrive)!
Though art perished in me so long ago,
I still possess rare gifts of rhyme and poesy.
Though I'll never be Michelangelo,
in Parnassus I will be just as cozy.
Despising rhyme, I view art as being higher;
but the Muses, faithful this night, inspire.
Sonnet by Ngoc Nguyen
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Written on 2026-04-18 at 09:54
Tags Michelangelo Muse Parnassus
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