The Present

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

iambic pentameter · 14 lines · from Sonnets

Black robes befit our age. Once they were white;Next many-hued; now dark as Afric's Moor,Night-black, infernal, traitorous, obscure,Horrid with ignorance and sick with fright.For very shame we shun all colours bright,Who mourn our end--the tyrants we endure,The chains, the noose, the lead, the snares, the lure--Our dismal heroes, our souls sunk in night.Black weeds again denote that extreme follyWhich makes us blind, mournful, and woe-begone:For dusk is dear to doleful melancholy;Nathless fate's wheel still turns: this raiment dunWe shall exchange hereafter for the holyGarments of white in which of yore we shone.

Words in this poem

horrid a.
Rough; rugged; bristling. [L. horridus. See Horror, and cf. Ordure.]
dismal a.
Fatal; ill-omened; unlucky. [Formerly a noun; e. g., "I trow it was in the dismalle." Chaucer. Of uncertain origin; but perh. (as suggested by Skeat) from OF. disme, F. dîme, tithe, the phr]
nathless adv.
Nevertheless. Chaucer. Milton. E. Arnold. [OE. natheles, na the les, not the less, AS. na never. See Na, The, conj., and cf. Nevertheless.]
shall v. i.
To owe; to be under obligation for. [OE. shal, schal, imp. sholde, scholde, AS. scal, sceal, I am obliged, imp. scolde, sceolde, inf. sculan; akin to OS. skulan, pres. skal, imp. skolda, D. zullen,]
hereafter adv.
In time to come; in some future time or state. [AS. hræfter.]
yore adv.
In time long past; in old time; long since. [OE. , yare, , AS. geára;akin to geár a year, E. year. Year.]

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

About this text

The Present 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, The Present, in Sonnets (1878), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #10314, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/michelangelo-sonnets/the-present.html, id L15260.

Form and metre

The Present is 14 lines in a single stanza. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 89%). 82% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 10.2 syllables. 3 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 21% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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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 ABBAABBAC-C--- whiteA · moorB · obscureB · frightA · brightA · endureB · lureB · nightA · follyC · begone · melancholyC · dun · holy · shone
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
Black robes befit our age. Once they were white;10··˘//·····
Next many-hued; now dark as Afric's Moor,10·/˘·······
Night-black, infernal, traitorous, obscure,10··˘/˘/˘˘˘/
Horrid with ignorance and sick with fright.10/˘·/˘˘····
For very shame we shun all colours bright,10·/˘····/˘·
Who mourn our end--the tyrants we endure,10··/··/˘·˘/
The chains, the noose, the lead, the snares, the lure--10··········
Our dismal heroes, our souls sunk in night.10//˘/˘/····
Black weeds again denote that extreme folly11··˘/˘/·˘//˘
Which makes us blind, mournful, and woe-begone:10····/˘··˘/
For dusk is dear to doleful melancholy;11·····/˘/˘·˘
Nathless fate's wheel still turns: this raiment dun10/˘·····/˘·
We shall exchange hereafter for the holy11··˘/˘/˘··/˘
Garments of white in which of yore we shone.10/˘········

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