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To The Pazzi Madona The vision, the toiling, the determination Were all used to create a work of such admiration. The sweat of your brow, The smashing of the rock into pieces, Have created a magnificent masterpiece. The passion captured upon the faces, The delicate touch of the mother to the child Your work can make one's imagination run wild. The way you captured the essence of human life, In a block of stone, will allow no one to leave in strife. --Alan Cleaver
"The Pazzi Madonna" The mother who stands here, overlaps the frame, Because her goodness extends, far beyond her realm. Her protection, for the baby chiseled in her arms Is as tangible as the sculpture itself, by her shielding With not only her entire body, but by her eyes, Staring into the soul of not only her baby, but humanity. The stone Donatello used, is hard with the perpetuality Of the image, of mother and child. -- Gretchen Kita
The Pazzi Madona
Mother so sweet, child so dear You hold each other so close The emotion so represented here Yet still something lacks
The connection is shown This beauty beholds Her infants’ grasp Yet still something lacks
Flesh from flesh Womb to breast How immaculate this life Yet still something lacks
The stone is but a symbol Of what we can not feel A love shared between Through time and into eternity -- Catie O'Connor
The Pazzi Madonna A virgin mother and her baby are shown A baby that is a savior to all A moment of wonder they share all alone The baby looks like he is a doll Beauty rendered the medium stone Suspended in glory never to fall Quite solitude and love is the tone A baby in mother's arms looks so small. -- Caitlin Sears |
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