Great beauty spreads a firestorm <br />across a thousand ardent wills <br />which, so dispersed, is lightly borne <br />but, gathered into one, may kill. <br />As weight on many points can rest <br />that can't be borne by one alone: <br />so heat that's bearable if spread, <br />when pent in kilns, will crumble stone. <br />(I know first-hand how mortar's made, <br />by slurrying the roasted dust.) <br />Her excellence has fired my mind <br />until it cannot bear more love; <br />my heart, once hard, has been calcined <br />to dust that weeping will dissolve:<br /><br />Michelangelo Buonarroti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/great-beauty-spreads-a-firestorm/
