Rodin in Rime
AUGUSTE RODIN
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AUGUSTE RODIN
RODIN IN RIME
RODIN IN RIME
FRONTISPIECE RODIN ERE is a man! For all the world to see His work stands, shaming Nature. Clutched, combined In the sole still centre of a master-mind, The Egyptian force, the Greek simplicity, The Celtic subtlety. Through suffering free, The calm great courage of new art, refined In nervous majesty, indwells behind The beauty of each radiant harmony. Titan! the little centuries drop back, Back from the contemplation. Stand and span With one great grip his cup, the Zodiac! Distil from all time’s art his wine, the truth! Drink, drink the mighty…
RODIN N homme.—Spectacle de Univers, © L’(@uvre se dresse et affronte la Nature: percep- tion et mélange | Au seul centre silencieux d'une ime magistrale De la Force égyptienne, de la Simplicité grecque, De la Subtilité celte.—Libéré par la souffrance Le grand courage calme de l’Art Futur, raffiné En sa nerveuse majesté, glisse, profond, Sous la beauté de chaque rayon d’harmonie. Titan! Les Siécles amoindris s’enfoncent, S’enfoncent a4 l’‘horizon des contemplations. Debout, et léve D’un ferme poing la coupe supréme, le Zodiaque! La écume son vi…
… Magdalene”; G. votes for “The Beetle-Crusher and his Muse,” and so on, day after day, till Z. comes round and recognizes it for Balzac. Rodin shakes him warmly by both hands: Balzac it is for all time—and one ceases to wonder that it was rejected! Now, of course, this paper pellet is in any case very wide of its mark. Rodin can easily sculp himself a tabernacle and go in with Whistler—and even drag in Velasquez: but here am I illustrating, however feebly, the Works, eootry: and poetry cannot, unfortunately, ever be pure technique. I have long …
AUGUSTE RODIN AND THE NOMENCLATURE OF HIS WORKS A STUDY IN SPITE HEN @legitimate criticism is met with a smart swing on the point of the jaw, and has subsided into an unpleasant and unpitiful heap; when its high- well-born brother has shaken hands—not without many years of friendly sparring—with the new pugilist, all his family are very disappointed, for Society takes no notice of them in its (to them unseemly) adulation of the rising star. Their unfraternal feeling may even lead them to employ a sandbagger and a dark night to rid them of this …
…c violente, et me plait par ce cété aussi. Je suis honoré que vous m’ayiez pris mes dessins et ainsi honoré dans votre livre. Votre AUG. RODIN.
…’s merit, not his fault, if his conception is so broad-based as to admit of different interpretations. The p&nomenon is possible because Rodin is the master and not the slave of his colossal technique. The difficulty of naming a masterpiece is perhaps harder work than producing it, and Rodin being a sculptor and not an illicit epigram distiller, is perfectly justified in picking up what he can from the witty and gifted people who throng his studio as much as he will let them. Let there be an end, then, not to the sordid and snarling jealousy wh…
…l, approves with conscious nod. But I abode without the spell; saw these— Diverse harmonies of identical keys!— And these were thus: but Rodin heard like God. 67
…to blossom into song. He is silent. We reflect. Ourselves grown old Yearn somewhat toward that sensuous glow of gold. All this is folly. Rodin made him so, Evoked the strength, the goodliness, the glow. The form is little: in the mind there dwells Force to avail the childish heart that swells With aught that is. The golden prime is past— Aye! but a nobler gain is ours at last Who see man weary, but within our span The perfect promise of the overman. oo
MADAME RODIN EROIC helpmeet of the silent home! Shall who sings Art not worship womanhood? There is depth of calm beneath the sea’s fine foam; Behind the great there is ever found the good. Honour and glory to the sacred house And ark of the covenant of holy trust, The unseen mother and the secret spouse Ever availing in the sorrow and dust That aye avenge the artist’s victory won, That cover up his monuments of fame, That twist his sight, once steadfast on the sun To the fear folded in the robes of shame:— Lest he, to all the world plain victo…
… distinguished anatomists, priceless idiots, and pragmatical precisians, who see nothing but a block of marble in this most spiritual of Rodin’s masterpieces. 53
…d glance of ice. Ay! and the petty and the sordid soul, A servile whore’s deformed debauchery,? Grins from the image. Let posterity From Rodin’s art guess Mirbeau’s heart, extol The lethal chamber men ere then will find For the pimp’s pen and the corrupted mind. 1 Le jardin des supplices, par Octave Mirbeau. 2 Les mémoires d’une femme de chambre, par Octave Mirbeau. 65 K
…pale and foolish brow, His brain bought cheap for brainless grind: The bloodless martyr of the mind! Grow up the grades, O godlike hand, Rodin, most rightly named “August”! Thy splendid sons and daughters stand Obedient to the master “must.” The decadent dust thy spells assoil; Death lives in this, thy Tower of Toil. Grow up the grades! record the tasks These arduous phantoms have achieved! The growth of mind to mortals asks A power not swift to be believed. What bosoms heaved ere Nature's age From monkey-man deduced the sage! So be thy spiral …
…ere right or no to have made Hell! Then would He stand forgiven—nay! acquitted! I, as I look on this tight coil of bliss, Swift clasp of Rodin’s magical mind love-witted, See all creation fade; abide, one kiss. Then to my own soul’s bow this shaft be fitted; Thank God for all, seeing that all is this! 33 F
…lling bride, Grope through the dark dawn to her glowing side! There is the resurrection trump: confess The mystery of life is happiness! Rodin discerned. We see the eagle-eyed Glory of echoing kisses; hear the sound Of glutted raptures break in the profound, The abyss of time: upsurge the dead. Why hide Thy sorrowful god’s brow, O sculptor, mage, Child of eternity, father of an age? 34
… as above described, voided your noxious nastiness in my presence, trusting to conciliate me by the intended compliment that my poems on Rodin were from myself and not from him, and that any other statues would have done as well. I am as little susceptible to flattery as I am to the venomous dicta of spite and envy, and I resent that when I see it employed as the medium for this. Without your compliment, M. D , | might have left you to crawl on, lord of your own muck-heap; with it, I take this opportunity of stamping on you. Notr.—I had intende…
…it, carefully concealed by the lying misinterpre- tation he had put on it, that, as I said, the pellet hit me. This was what it came to. Rodin’s works, it is said, mean nothing. He makes a study: people see it in his studio: A. goes up and says to the Master: “Ah, how beautiful, etc., ad nauseam—“I suppose it is ‘Harth and the Spring.’” B. follows, and suggests “ Hercules and Cacus’; C. thinks “The Birth of a Flower”; D. calls it ‘““Despair”; E. varies 4