Michelangelo
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rain of humilation falls
endlessly —
The man is steady;
cutting stones standing, sitting —
appearing one after another strong man
as if dreams bloom!
Now, appreciations, receptions,
storm of speeches —
In spite of all these, hurriedly,
that living stoneman
reshaping himself
by his own hands
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