Love Is a Refiner's Fire

Michelangelo Buonarroti (1475–1564), translated by John Addington Symonds · 1878

iambic pentameter · Italian sonnet · 14 lines · from Sonnets

It is with fire that blacksmiths iron subdueUnto fair form, the image of their thought:Nor without fire hath any artist wroughtGold to its utmost purity of hue.Nay, nor the unmatched phoenix lives anew,Unless she burn: if then I am distraughtBy fire, I may to better life be broughtLike those whom death restores nor years undo.The fire whereof I speak, is my great cheer;Such power it hath to renovate and raiseMe who was almost numbered with the dead;And since by nature fire doth find its sphereSoaring aloft, and I am all ablaze,Heavenward with it my flight must needs be sped.

Words in this poem

artist n.
One who practices some mechanic art or craft; an artisan. [F. artiste, LL. artista, fr. L. ars. See Art, n., and cf. Artiste.]
distraught p. p.
Torn asunder; separated. [OE. distract, distrauht. See Distract, a.]
whereof adv.
Of which; of whom; formerly, also, with which; -- used relatively.
renovate v. t.
To make over again; to restore to freshness or vigor; to renew. [L. renovatus, p. p. of renovare;pref. re- re- + novare to make new, fr. novus new. See New, and Renew.]
ablaze adv.
On fire; in a blaze, gleaming. Milman. [Pref. a- + blaze.]
needs adv.
Of necessity; necessarily; indispensably; -- often with must, and equivalent to of need. [Orig. gen. of need, used as an adverb. Cf. - wards.]

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

Love Is a Refiner's Fire is in the public domain. This text is taken from Sonnets, Project Gutenberg ebook #10314, the John Addington Symonds translation; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Michelangelo Buonarroti, Love Is a Refiner's Fire, in Sonnets (1878), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #10314, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/michelangelo-sonnets/love-is-a-refiner-s-fire.html, id L15201.

Form and metre

Love Is a Refiner's Fire is 14 lines in a single stanza. It rhymes ABBAABBACDECDE, the pattern of the Italian sonnet. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 86%). 91% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 10.1 syllables. 43% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

See other Italian sonnets, other poems in iambic pentameter.

Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 1 ABBAABBACDECDE subdueA · thoughtB · wroughtB · hueA · anewA · distraughtB · broughtB · undoA · cheerC · raiseD · deadE · sphereC · ablazeD · spedE
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic pentameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
It is with fire that blacksmiths iron subdue10···/·/·/˘/
Unto fair form, the image of their thought:10·····/˘···
Nor without fire hath any artist wrought10···/·/˘/˘·
Gold to its utmost purity of hue.10···/·/˘˘··
Nay, nor the unmatched phoenix lives anew,10···˘//˘·˘/
Unless she burn: if then I am distraught10········˘/
By fire, I may to better life be brought10·/···/˘···
Like those whom death restores nor years undo.10····˘/··˘/
The fire whereof I speak, is my great cheer;10·/········
Such power it hath to renovate and raise10·/···/˘···
Me who was almost numbered with the dead;10···/·/˘···
And since by nature fire doth find its sphere10···/˘/····
Soaring aloft, and I am all ablaze,10/˘˘/····˘/
Heavenward with it my flight must needs be sped.11/˘˘········

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