2016年9月28日 星期三

"Corot" by D.H. Lawrence. Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot, "A View near Volterra," 1838,

"Corot" by D.H. Lawrence
The trees rise taller and taller, lifted
On a subtle rush of cool grey flame
That issuing out of the east has sifted
The spirit from each leaf's frame.
For the trailing, leisurely rapture of life
Drifts dimly forward, easily hidden
By bright leaves uttered aloud; and strife
Of shapes by a hard wind ridden.
The grey, plasm-limpid, pellucid advance
Of the luminous purpose of Life shines out
Where lofty trees athwart-stream chance
To shake flakes of its shadow about.
The subtle, steady rush of the whole
Grey foam-mist of advancing Time
As it silently sweeps to its somewhere, its goal,
Is seen in the gossamer's rime.
Is heard in the windless whisper of leaves,
In the silent labours of men in the field,
In the downward-dropping of flimsy sheaves
Of cloud the rain-skies yield.
In the tapping haste of a fallen leaf,
In the flapping of red roof smoke, and the small
Footstepping tap of men beneath
Dim trees so huge and tall.
For what can all sharp-rimmed substance but catch
In a backward ripple, the wave-length, reveal
For a moment the mighty direction, snatch
A spark beneath the wheel!
Since Life sweeps whirling, dim and vast,
Creating the channelled vein of man
And leaf for its passage; a shadow cast
And gone before we can scan.
Ah listen, for silence is not lonely!
Imitate the magnificent trees
That speak no word of their rapture, but only
Breathe largely the luminous breeze.
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French artist Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot traveled extensively in Italy during his life, including a one-month stay in the small town of Volterra. Painted as a memory of the Italian countryside he visited, this work of art shows a lone hunter riding towards a wooded hilltop. Prominently placed in the foreground is the trunk of a tree, sawn off at the bottom and splintered at the top. The light of late afternoon warms the scene, casting long shadows across the path.
Imagine you are sitting on one of the boulders along the road. Describe the feel of the sun and the smells around you.
Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot, "A View near Volterra," 1838, oil on canvas, National Gallery of Art, Washington, Chester Dale Collection


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