Life of Robert Browning

第17章

Whatis,dramatically,disastrousintheinstanceofMertounsinging“There’sawomanlikeadew-drop“,whenheoughttobeseekingMildred’spresenceinprofoundstealthandsilence,is,dramatically,electricallystartlinginthemouthofSebald,amongthegeraniumsoftheshutteredshrub-house,wherehehaspassedthenightwithOttima,whilehermurderedhusbandliesstarkintheadjoiningroom。

Itmust,however,beborneinmindthatthisthrillingdramaticeffectisfullyexperiencedonlyinretrospection,orwhenthereisknowledgeofwhatistofollow。

Aconclusiveobjectiontothedramaasanactableplayisthatthreeofthefourmainepisodesarefragmentary。WeknownothingofthefateofLuigi:wecanbutsurmisethefutureofJulesandPhene:

weknownothoworwhenMonsignorwillseePipparighted。

OttimaandSebaldreachahigherlevelinvoluntarydeaththantheyevercouldhavedoneinlife。

Itisquiteunnecessary,here,todwelluponthisexquisiteflowerofgeniusindetail。EveryonewhoknowsBrowningatallknows“PippaPasses“。

Itslyricshavebeenunsurpassed,forbirdlikespontaneityandararehighmusic,byanyotherVictorianpoet:itspoeticinsightissuchasnootherpoetthantheauthorof“TheRingandtheBook“

and“TheInnAlbum“canequal。Itstechnique,moreover,issuperb。

FromtheoutsetofthetremendousepisodeofOttimaandSebald,thereisanoteoftragicpowerwhichisalmostoverwhelming。

WhohasnotknowwhatJakobBoehmecalls“theshudderofadivineexcitement“

whenLuca’smurdererrepliestohisparamour,“morning?

Itseemstomeanightwithasunadded。“

Howdeepanote,again,istouchedwhenSebaldexclaims,inallusiontohismurderofLuca,thathewasso“wroughtupon“,thoughhere,itmaybe,thereisanunconsciousreminiscenceofthetenserandmoreculminativecryofOthello,“butbeingwrought,perplextintheextreme。“StillmoreprofoundatouchisthatwhereOttima,daringherlovertothe“onethingthatmustbedone;youknowwhatthing:

Comeinandhelptocarry,“says,withaffectedlightsomeness,“Thisdustypanemightserveforlooking-glass,“andsimultaneouslyexclaims,asshethrowsthemrejectinglyfromhernervousfingers,“Three,four

fourgreyhairs!“thenwithanalmostsublimecoquetryofhorrorturnsabruptlytoSebald,sayingwithavoicestrivingvainlytobeblithe

“IsitsoyousaidAplaitofhairshouldwaveacrossmyneck?

Nothisway。“

Whohasnotbeenmovedbythetragicgrandeuroftheverse,aswellasbythedramaticintensityoftheepisodeofthelovers’“crowningnight“?

“Ottima。Thedayofittoo,Sebald!

Whenheaven’spillarsseemedo’erbowedwithheat,Itsblack-bluecanopysuffereddescendCloseonusboth,toweighdowneachtoeach,Andsmotherupalllifeexceptourlife。

Solaywetillthestormcame。

Sebald。Howitcame!

Ottima。Buriedinwoodswelay,yourecollect;

Swiftranthesearchingtempestoverhead;

AndeverandanonsomebrightwhiteshaftBurnedthro’thepine-treeroof,hereburnedandthere,AsifGod’smessengerthro’theclosewoodscreenPlungedandreplungedhisweaponataventure,Feelingforguiltytheeandme:thenbrokeThethunderlikeawholeseaoverhead“

Surelythereisnothinginallourliteraturemorepoignantlydramaticthanthisfirstpartof“PippaPasses“。ThestrainswhichPippasingshereandthroughoutareaspatheticallyfreshandfreeasathrush’ssongintheheartofabeleagueredcity,andaswiththesameunconsideredmagic。

Thereissomethingofthemavis-note,liquidfallingtones,caughtupinamomentinjoyouscaprice,in“Giveherbutaleastexcusetoloveme!

Whenwhere“

Nooneofthesesongs,allacutelyapttothetimeandtheoccasion,hasamoreoverwhelmingeffectthanthatwhichinterruptsOttimaandSebaldattheperiloussummitoftheirsin,beyondwhichliesutterdarkness,behindwhichisthenarrowtwilitbackwardway。

“Ottima。Binditthriceaboutmybrow;

Crownmeyourqueen,yourspirit’sarbitress,Magnificentinsin。Saythat!

Sebald。IcrownyouMygreatwhitequeen,myspirit’sarbitress,Magnificent……

[FromwithoutisheardthevoiceofPIPPAsinging]

Theyear’satthespring,Andday’satthemorn;

Morning’satseven;

Thehill-side’sdew-pearled;

Thelark’sonthewing;

Thesnail’sonthethorn:

God’sinhisheaven

All’srightwiththeworld!

[PIPPApasses。]

Sebald。God’sinhisheaven!Doyouhearthat?

Whospoke?“

ThissweetvoiceofPippareachestheguiltylovers,reachesLuigiinhistower,hesitatingbetweenloveandpatrioticduty,reachesJulesandPhenewhenallthehappinessoftheirunbornyearstremblesinthebalance,reachesthePrinceoftheChurchjustwhenhisconscienceissorebesetbyaseductivetemptation,reachesoneandallatacrucialmomentinthelifeofeach。

Theethicallessonofthewholepoemissummedupin“AllserviceranksthesamewithGod

WithGod,whosepuppets,bestandworst,Arewe:thereisnolastnorfirst,“

andin“God’sinhisheaven

All’srightwiththeworld!“

“WithGodthereisnolustofGodhood,“saysRossettiin“HandandSoul“:

`UndsoistderblaueHimmelgrosseralsjedesGewoelkdarin,unddauerhafterdazu,’meditatesJeanPaul:“Therecanbenothinggood,asweknowit,noranythingevil,asweknowit,intheeyeoftheOmnipresentandtheOmniscient,“utterstheOrientalmystic。

Itisinterestingtoknowthatmanyofthenaturetoucheswereindirectlyduetothepoet’ssolitaryrambles,bydawn,sundown,and“dewyeve“,inthewoodeddistrictssouthofDulwich,atHatcham,anduponWimbledonCommon,whitherhewasoftenwonttowanderandtorambleforhours,andwherehecomposedonedaythewell-knownlinesuponShelley,withmanyanotherunrecordedimpulseofsong。Here,too,itwas,thatCarlyle,ridingforexercise,wasstoppedby`abeautifulyouth’,whointroducedhimselfasoneofthephilosopher’sprofoundestadmirers。

ItwasfromtheDulwichwoodthat,oneafternooninMarch,hesawastormglorifiedbyadoublerainbowofextraordinarybeauty;

amemorablevision,recordedinanutteranceofLuigitohismother:

heretoothat,inautumnaldusks,hesawmanyacrescentmoonwith“notchedandburningrim。“Heneverforgotthebygone“sunsetsandgreatstars“hesawinthosedaysofhisfervidyouth。

Browningremarkedoncethattheromanceofhislifewasinhisownsoul;

andonanotheroccasionIheardhimsmilinglyadd,tosomeone’svagueassertionthatinItalyonlywasthereanyromanceleft,“Ah,well,IshouldliketoincludepooroldCamberwell!“

Perhapshewasthinkingofhislinesin“PippaPasses“,ofthedayswhenthatmasterpiececameebullientfromthefountofhisgenius

“May’swarmslowyellowmoonlitsummernights

Gonearethey,butIhavetheminmysoul!“

Thereisallthedistinctionbetween“PippaPasses“and“Sordello“

thatthereisbetweentheVenusofMilosandagiganticThebanSphinx。

Thelatteris,itistrue,proportionateinitsvastness;

butthesymmetryofmerebulkisnotthe`symmetriaprisca’

ofidealsculpture。Ihavealreadyalludedto“Sordello“

asaderelictupontheoceanofpoetry。This,indeed,itstillseemstome,notwithstandingthewell-meaningsuasionofcertainadmirersofthepoemwhohavehoped“Ishoulddoitjustice,“therebymeaningthatIshouldeulogiseitasamasterpiece。Itisagiganticeffort,ofakind;soisthesustainedthroeofawrestlingTitan。

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