the complete poetical works-第201节
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MICHAEL ANGELO。
Giorgio Vasari； I have often said
That I account that painting as the best
Which most resembles sculpture。 Here before us
We have the proof。 Behold those rounded limbs！
How from the canvas they detach themselves；
Till they deceive the eye； and one would say；
It is a statue with a screen behind it！
TITIAN。
Signori； pardon me； but all such questions
Seem to me idle。
MICHAEL ANGELO。
Idle as the wind。
And now； Maestro； I will say once more
How admirable I esteem your work；
And leave you； without further interruption。
TITIAN。
Your friendly visit hath much honored me。
GIOROIO。
Farewell。
MICHAEL ANGELO to GIORGIO； going out。
If the Venetian painters knew
But half as much of drawing as of color；
They would indeed work miracles in art；
And the world see what it hath never seen。
VI
PALAZZO CESARINI
VITTORIA COLONNA； seated in an armchair； JULIA GONZAGA； standing
near her。
JULIA。
It grieves me that I find you still so weak
And suffering。
VITTORIA。
No； not suffering； only dying。
Death is the chillness that precedes the dawn；
We shudder for a moment； then awake
In the broad sunshine of the other life。
I am a shadow； merely； and these hands；
These cheeks； these eyes； these tresses that my husband
Once thought so beautiful； and I was proud of
Because he thought them so； are faded quite；
All beauty gone from them。
JULIA。
Ah； no； not that。
Paler you are； but not less beautiful。
VITTORIA。
Hand me the mirror。 I would fain behold
What change comes o'er our features when we die。
Thank you。 And now sit down beside me here
How glad I am that you have come to…day；
Above all other days； and at the hour
When most I need you！
JULIA。
Do you ever need me？
VICTORIA。
Always； and most of all to…day and now。
Do you remember； Julia； when we walked；
One afternoon； upon the castle terrace
At Ischia； on the day before you left me？
JULIA。
Well I remember； but it seems to me
Something unreal； that has never been；
Something that I have read of in a book；
Or heard of some one else。
VITTORIA。
Ten years and more
Have passed since then； and many things have happened
In those ten years； and many friends have died：
Marco Flaminio； whom we all admired
And loved as our Catullus； dear Valldesso；
The noble champion of free thought and speech；
And Cardinal Ippolito； your friend。
JULIA。
Oh； do not speak of him！ His sudden death
O'ercomes me now； as it o'ercame me then。
Let me forget it； for my memory
Serves me too often as an unkind friend；
And I remember things I would forget；
While I forget the things I would remember。
VITTORIA。
Forgive me； I will speak of him no more；
The good Fra Bernardino has departed；
Has fled from Italy； and crossed the Alps；
Fearing Caraffa's wrath； because he taught
That He who made us all without our help
Could also save us without aid of ours。
Renee of France； the Duchess of Ferrara；
That Lily of the Loire； is bowed by winds
That blow from Rome； Olympia Morata
Banished from court because of this new doctrine。
Therefore be cautious。 Keep your secret thought
Locked in your breast。
JULIA。
I will be very prudent
But speak no more； I pray； it wearies you。
VITTORIA。
Yes； I am very weary。 Read to me。
JULIA。
Most willingly。 What shall I read？
VITTORIA。
Petrarca's
Triumph of Death。 The book lies on the table；
Beside the casket there。 Read where you find
The leaf turned down。 'T was there I left off reading。
JULIA； reads。
〃Not as a flame that by some force is spent；
But one that of itself consumeth quite；
Departed hence in peace the soul content；
In fashion of a soft and lucent light
Whose nutriment by slow gradation goes；
Keeping until the end its lustre bright。
Not pale； but whiter than the sheet of snows
That without wind on some fair hill…top lies；
Her weary body seemed to find repose。
Like a sweet slumber in her lovely eyes；
When now the spirit was no longer there；
Was what is dying called by the unwise。
E'en Death itself in her fair face seemed fair〃
Is it of Laura that he here is speaking？
She doth not answer； yet is not asleep；
Her eyes are full of light and fixed on something
Above her in the air。 I can see naught
Except the painted angels on the ceiling。
Vittoria！ speak！ What is it？ Answer me！
She only smiles； and stretches out her hands。
＇The mirror falls and breaks。
VITTORIA。
Not disobedient to the heavenly vision！
Pescara！ my Pescara！ ＇Dies。
JULIA。
Holy Virgin！
Her body sinks together；she is dead！
＇Kneels and hides her face in Vittoria's lap。
Enter MICHAEL ANGELO。
JULIA。
Hush！ make no noise。
MICHAEL ANGELO。
How is she？
JULIA。
Never better。
MICHAEL ANGELO。
Then she is dead！
JULIA。
Alas！ yes； she is dead！
Even death itself in her fair face seems fair。
How wonderful！ The light upon her face
Shines from the windows of another world。
Saint only have such faces。 Holy Angels！
Bear her like sainted Catherine to her rest！
＇Kisses Vittoria's hand。
PART THIRD
I
MONOLOGUE
Macello de' Corvi。 A room in MICHAEL ANGELO'S house。 MICHAEL
ANGELO； standing before a model of St。 Peter's。
MICHAEL ANGELO。
Better than thou I cannot； Brunelleschi；
And less than thou I will not！ If the thought
Could； like a windlass； lift the ponderous stones
And swing them to their places； if a breath
Could blow this rounded dome into the air；
As if it were a bubble； and these statues
Spring at a signal to their sacred stations；
As sentinels mount guard upon a wall。
Then were my task completed。 Now； alas！
Naught am I but a Saint Sebaldus； holding
Upon his hand the model of a church；
As German artists paint him； and what years；
What weary years； must drag themselves along；
Ere this be turned to stone！ What hindrances
Must block the way； what idle interferences
Of Cardinals and Canons of St。 Peter's；
Who nothing know of art beyond the color
Of cloaks and stockings； nor of any building
Save that of their own fortunes！ And what then？
I must then the short…coming of my means
Piece out by stepping forward； as the Spartan
Was told to add a step to his short sword。
＇A pause。
And is Fra Bastian dead？ Is all that light
Gone out； that sunshine darkened； all that music
And merriment； that used to make our lives
Less melancholy； swallowed up in silence
Like madrigals sung in the street at night
By passing revellers？ It is strange indeed
That he should die before me。 'T is against
The laws of nature that the young should die；
And the old live； unless it be that some
Have long been dead who think themselves alive；
Because not buried。 Well； what matters it；
Since now that greater light； that was my sun；
Is set； and all is darkness； all is darkness！
Death's lightnings strike to right and left of me；
And； like a ruined wall； the world around me
Crumbles away； and I am left alone。
I have no friends； and want none。 My own thoughts
Are now my sole companions；thoughts of her；
That like a benediction from the skies
Come to me in my solitude and soothe me。
When men are old； the incessant thought of Death
Follows them like their shadow； sits with them
At every meal； sleeps with them when they sleep；
And when they wake already is awake；
And standing by their bedside。 Then； what folly
It is in us to make an enemy
Of this importunate follower； not a friend！
To me a friend； and not an enemy；
Has he become since all my friends are dead。
II
VIGNA DI PAPA GIULIO
POPE JULIUS III。 seated by the Fountain of Acqua Vergine；
surrounded by Cardinals。
JULIUS。
Tell me； why is it ye are discontent；
You； Cardinals Salviati and Marcello；
With Michael Angelo？ What has he done；
Or left undone； that ye are set against him？
When one Pope dies； another is soon made；
And I can make a dozen Cardinals；
But cannot make one Michael Angelo。
CARDINAL SALVIATI。
Your Holiness； we are not set against him；
We but deplore his incapacity。
He is too old。
JULIUS。
You； Cardinal Salviati；
Are an old man。 Are you incapable？
'T is the old ox that draws the straightest furrow。
CARDINAL MARCELLO。
Your Holiness remembers he was charged
With the repairs upon St。 Mary's bridge；
Made cofferdams； and heaped up load on load
Of timber and travertine； and yet for years
The bridge remained unfinished； till we gave it
To Baccio Bigio。
JULIUS。
