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the complete poetical works-第262章

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What I beheld was only in a dream;

Yet dreams sometimes anticipate events;

Being unsubstantial images of things

As yet unseen。





V



MACELLO DE' CORVI



MICHAEL ANGELO; BENVENUTO CELLINI。



MICHAEL ANGELO。

So; Benvenuto; you return once more

To the Eternal City。  'T is the centre

To which all gravitates。  One finds no rest

Elsewhere than here。  There may be other cities

That please us for a while; but Rome alone

Completely satisfies。  It becomes to all

A second native land by predilection;

And not by accident of birth alone。



BENVENUTO。

I am but just arrived; and am now lodging

With Bindo Altoviti。  I have been

To kiss the feet of our most Holy Father;

And now am come in haste to kiss the hands

Of my miraculous Master。



MICHAEL ANGELO。

                     And to find him

Grown very old。



BENVENUTO。

        You know that precious stones

Never grow old。



MICHAEL ANGELO。

        Half sunk beneath the horizon;

And yet not gone。  Twelve years are a long while。

Tell me of France。



BENVENUTO。

                 It were too long a tale

To tell you all。  Suffice in brief to say

The King received me well; and loved me well;

Gave me the annual pension that before me

Our Leonardo had; nor more nor less;

And for my residence the Tour de Nesle;

Upon the river…side。



MICHAEL ANGELO。

                     A princely lodging。



BENVENUTO。

What in return I did now matters not;

For there are other things; of greater moment;

I wish to speak of。  First of all; the letter

You wrote me; not long since; about my bust

Of Bindo Altoviti; here in Rome。  You said;

〃My Benvenuto; I for many years

Have known you as the greatest of all goldsmiths;

And now I know you as no less a sculptor。〃

Ah; generous Master!  How shall I e'er thank you

For such kind language?



MICHAEL ANGELO。

                     By believing it。

I saw the bust at Messer Bindo's house;

And thought it worthy of the ancient masters;

And said so。  That is all。



BENVENUTO。

                        It is too much;

And I should stand abashed here in your presence;

Had I done nothing worthier of your praise

Than Bindo's bust。



MICHAEL ANGELO。

   What have you done that's better?



BENVENUTO。

When I left Rome for Paris; you remember

I promised you that if I went a goldsmith

I would return a sculptor。  I have kept

The promise I then made。



MICHAEL ANGELO。

                    Dear Benvenuto;

I recognized the latent genius in you;

But feared your vices。



BENVENUTO。

                I have turned them all

To virtues。  My impatient; wayward nature;

That made me quick in quarrel; now has served me

Where meekness could not; and where patience could not;

As you shall hear now。  I have cast in bronze

A statue of Perseus; holding thus aloft

In his left hand the head of the Medusa;

And in his right the sword that severed it;

His right foot planted on the lifeless corse;

His face superb and pitiful; with eyes

Down…looking on the victim of his vengeance。



MICHAEL ANGELO。

I see it as it should be。



BENVENUTO。

                         As it will be

When it is placed upon the Ducal Square;

Half…way between your David and the Judith

Of Donatello。



MICHAEL ANGELO。

              Rival of them both!



BENVENUTO。

But ah; what infinite trouble have I had

With Bandinello; and that stupid beast;

The major…domo of Duke Cosimo;

Francesco Ricci; and their wretched agent

Gorini; who came crawling round about me

Like a black spider; with his whining voice

That sounded like the buzz of a mosquito!

Oh; I have wept in utter desperation;

And wished a thousand times I had not left

My Tour do Nesle; nor e'er returned to Florence;

Or thought of Perseus。  What malignant falsehoods

They told the Grand Duke; to impede my work;

And make me desperate!



MICHAEL ANGELO。

                     The nimble lie

Is like the second…hand upon a clock;

We see it fly; while the hour…hand of truth

Seems to stand still; and yet it moves unseen;

And wins at last; for the clock will not strike

Till it has reached the goal。



BENVENUTO。

                           My obstinacy

Stood me in stead; and helped me to o'ercome

The hindrances that envy and ill…will

Put in my way。



MICHAEL ANGELO。

               When anything is done

People see not the patient doing of it;

Nor think how great would be the loss to man

If it had not been done。  As in a building

Stone rests on stone; and wanting the foundation

All would be wanting; so in human life

Each action rests on the foregone event;

That made it possible; but is forgotten

And buried in the earth。



BENVENUTO。

                     Even Bandinello;

Who never yet spake well of anything;

Speaks well of this; and yet he told the Duke

That; though I cast small figures well enough;

I never could cast this。



MICHAEL ANGELO。

                   But you have done it;

And proved Ser Bandinello a false prophet。

That is the wisest way。



BENVENUTO。

                   And ah; that casting

What a wild scene it was; as late at night;

A night of wind and rain; we heaped the furnace

With pine of Serristori; till the flames

Caught in the rafters over us; and threatened

To send the burning roof upon our heads;

And from the garden side the wind and rain

Poured in upon us; and half quenched our fires。

I was beside myself with desperation。

A shudder came upon me; then a fever;

I thought that I was dying; and was forced

To leave the work…shop; and to throw myself

Upon my bed; as one who has no hope。

And as I lay there; a deformed old man

Appeared before me; and with dismal voice;

Like one who doth exhort a criminal

Led forth to death; exclaimed; 〃Poor Benvenuto;

Thy work is spoiled!  There is no remedy!〃

Then; with a cry so loud it might have reached

The heaven of fire; I bounded to my feet;

And rushed back to my workmen。  They all stood

Bewildered and desponding; and I looked

Into the furnace; and beheld the mass

Half molten only; and in my despair

I fed the fire with oak; whose terrible heat

Soon made the sluggish metal shine and sparkle。

Then followed a bright flash; and an explosion;

As if a thunderbolt had fallen among us。

The covering of the furnace had been rent

Asunder; and the bronze was flowing over;

So that I straightway opened all the sluices

To fill the mould。  The metal ran like lava;

Sluggish and heavy; and I sent my workmen

To ransack the whole house; and bring together

My pewter plates and pans; two hundred of them;

And cast them one by one into the furnace

To liquefy the mass; and in a moment

The mould was filled!  I fell upon my knees

And thanked the Lord; and then we ate and drank

And went to bed; all hearty and contented。

It was two hours before the break of day。

My fever was quite gone。



MICHAEL ANGEL
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