Treat his own subject after his own way, 5 Fix his own time, accept too his own price, 15 20 And mine the man's bared breast she curls inside. Don't count the time lost, neither; you must serve 25 For each of the five pictures we require: 30 35 1 Andrea, called "del sarto," or, as we would say, the tailor's son, was born at Florence in 1487. After working at goldsmithing, wood-carving, and drawing. and studying under several painters, he executed some frescoes for the Church of the Annunciation at Florence, with such accuracy and skill that he gained the name of "the faultless painter." At twenty-three he is said to have had no superior in Central Italy in technique. In 1512 he married Lucrezia, "a beautiful widow." "But," says Vasari, he destroyed his own peace, as well as estranged his friends, by this act, seeing that he soon became jealous, and found that he had fallen into the hands of an artful woman, who made him do as she pleased in all things." In 1518 he went to Paris without Lucrezia, at the invitation of Francis I. This is the period of adulation and substantial rewards that he looks back upon in the poem as his long festal year, when he could "sometimes leave the ground." But Lucrezia wrote urging his return. The king granted him a brief leave of absence, and commissioned him to buy certain works of art in Italy. Andrea, beguiled by his wife, used the money which Francis had entrusted to him, to build a house for himself at Florence. His career in France being thus miserably interrupted, he remained in Florence, where he died of the plague in 1531. 2 A small town on a hill-top about three miles to the west of Florence. Browning apparently makes Andrea build his house on the outskirts of Florence immediately facing the Convent of San Domenico, with Fiesole in the distant background. Heart, or whate'er else, than goes on to prompt This low-pulsed forthright craftsman's hand of mine. Their works drop groundward, but themselves, I know, Reach many a time a heaven that's shut to me, Enter and take their place there sure enough, 85 This is not piety, but Andrea's characteristic way of evading responsibility. Later he attributes his comparative failure to his wife (125), and then, suddenly shifting to the other view, declares that after all "incentives come from the soul's self." 4 Vasari says of Andrea: "Had this master possessed a somewhat bolder and more elevated mind, had he been as much distinguished for higher qualifications as he was for genius and depth of judgment in the art he practised, he would beyond all doubt have been without an equal." Though they come back and cannot tell the world. 90 My works are nearer heaven, but I sit here. Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, 96 I know both what I want and what might gain; And yet how profitless to know, to sigh "Had I been two, another and myself, 100 Our head would have o'erlooked the world-" No doubt. 105 Yonder's a work now, of that famous youth 115 He means right-that, a child may understand. 121 Some women do so. Had the mouth there urged, 130 "God and the glory! never care for gain. 135 And thus we half-men struggle. At the end, 140 God, I conclude, compensates, punishes. 5 A mountain to the north of Florence. Raphael was so called from his birthplace, Urbino. 7 Michael Angelo. As you are, pricked on by your popes and kings, Would bring the sweat into that brow of yours!" 195 To Rafael's!--And indeed the arm is wrong. Ay, but the soul! he's Rafael! rub it out! 200 205 212 Well, let me think so. And you smile indeed! More gaming debts to pay? you smiled for that? Well, let smiles buy me! have you more to spend? While hand and eye and something of a heart Are left me, work's my ware, and what's it worth? I'll pay my fancy. Only let me sit 225 235 How I could paint, were I but back in France, 240 Love, does that please you? Ah, but what does he, The Cousin! what does he to please you more! 245 I am grown peaceful as old age to-night. I regret little, I would change still less. Since there my past life lies, why alter it? The very wrong to Francis!-it is true I took his coin, was tempted and complied, And built this house and sinned, and all is said. My father and my mother died of want.13 Well, had I riches of my own? you see How one gets rich! Let each one bear his lot. They were born poor, lived poor, and poor they died: And I have labored somewhat in my time 250 And not been paid profusely. Some good son Paint my two hundred pictures-let him try! No doubt, there's something strikes a balance. Yes, 257 You loved me quite enough, it seems to-night. This must suffice me here. What would one have? In heaven, perhaps, new chances, one more chance 260 13 Vasari says on this point: "He (Andrea) abandoned his own poor father and mother, . and adopted the father and sisters of his wife in their stead; insomuch that all who knew the facts mourned over him, and he soon began to be as much avoided as he had previously been sought after." 14 Leonardo da Vinci (1452-1519). While on earth, this great painter, sculptor, architect, and engineer came more than once into direct competition with Michael Angelo, who is said to have regarded his older rival with jealous dislike. Sends greeting (health and knowledge, fame with peace) Three samples of true snake-stone-rarer still, One of the other sort, the melon-shaped, (But fitter, pounded fine, for charms than drugs) And writeth now the twenty-second time. 20 My journeyings were brought to Jericho: Thus I resume. Who studious in our art Shall count a little labor unrepaid? 25 I have shed sweat enough, left flesh and bone 30 Since this poor covert where I pass the night, 35 'Sooth, it elates me, thus reposed and safe, 40 In tertians, I was nearly bold to say; 50 The Syrian runagate I trust this to? 55 61 Yet stay: my Syrian blinketh gratefully, Protesteth his devotion is my priceSuppose I write what harms not, though he steal? 65 I half resolve to tell thee, yet I blush, What set me off a-writing first of all. An itch I had, a sting to write, a tang! For, be it this town's barrenness,-or else The Man had something in the look of him1 Vespasian, was Emperor of Rome 70-79 A. D. By the allusion to him, and to the rumored advance of the Roman army against Jerusalem, Browning indicates the date of Karshish' letter. The destruction of Jerusalem by Titus, then immanent, took place in 70 A. D. 2 A fever recurring every third day. Epilepsy. |