the complete poetical works-第192节
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Come here to lay this heavy task upon me？
Were not the paintings on the Sistine ceiling
Enough for them？ They saw the Hebrew leader
Waiting； and clutching his tempestuous beard；
But heeded not。 The bones of Julius
Shook in their sepulchre。 I heard the sound；
They only heard the sound of their own voices。
Are there no other artists here in Rome
To do this work； that they must needs seek me？
Fra Bastian； my Era Bastian； might have done it；
But he is lost to art。 The Papal Seals；
Like leaden weights upon a dead man's eyes；
Press down his lids； and so the burden falls
On Michael Angelo； Chief Architect
And Painter of the Apostolic Palace。
That is the title they cajole me with；
To make me do their work and leave my own；
But having once begun； I turn not back。
Blow； ye bright angels； on your golden trumpets
To the four corners of the earth； and wake
The dead to judgment！ Ye recording angels；
Open your books and read？ Ye dead awake！
Rise from your graves； drowsy and drugged with death；
As men who suddenly aroused from sleep
Look round amazed； and know not where they are！
In happy hours； when the imagination
Wakes like a wind at midnight； and the soul
Trembles in all its leaves； it is a joy
To be uplifted on its wings； and listen
To the prophetic voices in the air
That call us onward。 Then the work we do
Is a delight； and the obedient hand
Never grows weary。 But how different is it
En the disconsolate； discouraged hours；
When all the wisdom of the world appears
As trivial as the gossip of a nurse
In a sick…room； and all our work seems useless；
What is it guides my hand； what thoughts possess me；
That I have drawn her face among the angels；
Where she will be hereafter？ O sweet dreams；
That through the vacant chambers of my heart
Walk in the silence； as familiar phantoms
Frequent an ancient house； what will ye with me？
'T is said that Emperors write their names in green
When under age； but when of age in purple。
So Love； the greatest Emperor of them all；
Writes his in green at first； but afterwards
In the imperial purple of our blood。
First love or last love；which of these two passions
Is more omnipotent？ Which is more fair；
The star of morning or the evening star？
The sunrise or the sunset of the heart？
The hour when we look forth to the unknown；
And the advancing day consumes the shadows；
Or that when all the landscape of our lives
Lies stretched behind us； and familiar places
Gleam in the distance； and sweet memories
Rise like a tender haze； and magnify
The objects we behold； that soon must vanish？
What matters it to me； whose countenance
Is like the Laocoon's； full of pain； whose forehead
Is a ploughed harvest…field； where three…score years
Have sown in sorrow and have reaped in anguish；
To me； the artisan； to whom all women
Have been as if they were not； or at most
A sudden rush of pigeons in the air；
A flutter of wings； a sound； and then a silence？
I am too old for love； I am too old
To flatter and delude myself with visions
Of never…ending friendship with fair women；
Imaginations； fantasies； illusions；
In which the things that cannot be take shape；
And seem to be； and for the moment are。
＇Convent bells ring。
Distant and near and low and loud the bells；
Dominican； Benedictine； and Franciscan；
Jangle and wrangle in their airy towers；
Discordant as the brotherhoods themselves
In their dim cloisters。 The descending sun
Seems to caress the city that he loves；
And crowns it with the aureole of a saint。
I will go forth and breathe the air a while。
II。
SAN SILVESTRO
A Chapel in the Church of San Silvestra on Monte Cavallo。
VITTORIA COLONNA； CLAUDIO TOLOMMEI； and others。
VITTORIA。
Here let us rest a while； until the crowd
Has left the church。 I have already sent
For Michael Angelo to join us here。
MESSER CLAUDIO。
After Fra Bernardino's wise discourse
On the Pauline Epistles； certainly
Some words of Michael Angelo on Art
Were not amiss； to bring us back to earth。
MICHAEL ANGELO； at the door。
How like a Saint or Goddess she appears；
Diana or Madonna； which I know not！
In attitude and aspect formed to be
At once the artist's worship and despair！
VITTORIA。
Welcome； Maestro。 We were waiting for you。
MICHAEL ANGELO。
I met your messenger upon the way；
And hastened hither。
VITTORIA。
It is kind of you
To come to us； who linger here like gossips
Wasting the afternoon in idle talk。
These are all friends of mine and friends of yours。
MICHAEL ANGELO。
If friends of yours； then are they friends of mine。
Pardon me； gentlemen。 But when I entered
I saw but the Marchesa。
VITTORIA。
Take this seat
Between me and Ser Claudio Tolommei；
Who still maintains that our Italian tongue
Should be called Tuscan。 But for that offence
We will not quarrel with him。
MICHAEL ANGELO。
Eccellenza
VITTORIA。
Ser Claudio has banished Eccellenza
And all such titles from the Tuscan tongue。
MESSER CLAUDIO。
'T is the abuse of them and not the use
I deprecate。
MICHAEL ANGELO。
The use or the abuse
It matters not。 Let them all go together；
As empty phrases and frivolities；
And common as gold…lace upon the collar
Of an obsequious lackey。
VITTORIA。
That may be；
But something of politeness would go with them；
We should lose something of the stately manners
Of the old school。
MESSER CLAUDIO。
Undoubtedly。
VITTORlA。
But that
Is not what occupies my thoughts at present；
Nor why I sent for you； Messer Michele。
It was to counsel me。 His Holiness
Has granted me permission； long desired；
To build a convent in this neighborhood；
Where the old tower is standing； from whose top
Nero looked down upon the burning city。
MICHAEL ANGELO。
It is an inspiration！
VITTORIA。
I am doubtful
How I shall build； how large to make the convent；
And which way fronting。
MICHAEL ANGELO。
Ah； to build； to build！
That is the noblest art of all the arts。
Painting and sculpture are but images；
Are merely shadows cast by outward things
On stone or canvas； having in themselves
No separate existence。 Architecture；
Existing in itself； and not in seeming
A something it is not； surpasses them
As substance shadow。 Long； long years ago；
Standing one morning near the Baths of Titus；
I saw the statue of Laocoon
Rise from its grave of centuries； like a ghost
Writhing in pain； and as it tore away
The knotted serpents from its limbs； I heard；
Or seemed to hear； the cry of agony
From its white； parted lips。 And still I marvel
At the three Rhodian artists； by whose hands
This miracle was wrought。 Yet he beholds
Far nobler works who looks upon the ruins
Of temples in the Forum here in Rome。
If God should give me power in my old age
To build for Him a temple half as grand
As those were in their glory； I should count
My age more excellent than youth itself；
And all that I have hitherto accomplished
As only vanity。
VITTORIA。
I understand you。
Art is the gift of God； and must be used
Unto His glory。 That in art is highest
Which aims at this。 When St。 Hilarion blessed
The horses of Italicus； they won
The race at Gaza； for his benediction
O'erpowered all magic； and the people shouted
That Christ had conquered Marnas。 So that art
Which bears the consecration and the seal
Of holiness upon it will prevail
Over all others。 Those few words of yours
Inspire me with new confidence to build。
What think you？ The old walls might serve； perhaps；
Some purpose still。 The tower can hold the bells。
MICHAEL ANGELO。
If strong enough。
VITTORIA。
If not； it can be strengthened。
MICHAEL ANGELO。
I see no bar nor drawback to this building；
And on our homeward way； if it shall please you；
We may together view the site。
VITTORIA。
I thank you。
I did not venture to request so much。
MICHAEL ANGELO。
Let us now go to the old walls you spake of；
Vossignoria
VITTORIA。
What； again； Maestro？
MICHAEL ANGELO。
Pardon me； Messer Claudio； if once more
I use the ancient courtesies of speech。
I am too old to change。
III。
CARDINAL IPPOLITO。
A richly furnished apartment in the Palace of CARDINAL IPPOLITO。
Night。
JACOPO NARDI； an old man； alone。
NARDI。
I am bewildered。 These Numidian slaves；
In strange attire； these endless ante…chambers；
This lighted hall； with all its golden splendors；
Pictures； and statues！ Can this be the dwelling
Of a disciple of that lowly Man
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