the civilization of the renaissance in italy-第69章
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in literature the beginnings of a true _genre； _long before it found any expression in painting。 That _genre _and satire are often met with in union； does not prevent them from being wholly different things。
How much of earthly business must Dante have watched with attentive interest； before he was able to make us see with our own eyes all that happened in his spiritual world。 The famous pictures of the busy movement in the arsenal at Venice； of the blind men laid side by side before the church door； and the like； are by no means the only instances of this kind： for the art； in which he is a master； of expressing the inmost soul by the outward gesture； cannot exist without a close and incessant study of human life。 （Cf。 Inferno xxi； 1…6； Purgatorio xiii； 61…66。） The poets who followed rarely came near him in this respect； and the novelists were forbidden by the first laws of their literary style to linger over details。 Their prefaces and narratives might be as long as they pleased； but what we understand by _genre _was outside their province。 The taste for this class of description was not fully awakened till the time of the revival of antiquity。
And here we are again met by the man who had a heart for everything Aeneas Sylvius。 Not only natural beauty； not only that which has an antiquarian or a geographical interest； finds a place in his descriptions； but any living scene of daily life。 Among the numerous passages in his memoirs in which scenes are described which hardly one of his contemporaries would have thought worth a line of notice； we will here only mention the boat…race on the Lake of Bolsena。 We are not able to detect from what old letter…writer or story…teller the impulse was derived to which we owe such lifelike pictures。 Indeed； the whole spiritual communion between antiquity and the Renaissance is full of delicacy and of mystery。
To this class belong those descriptive Latin poems of which we have already spokenhunting…scenes； journeys； ceremonies； and so forth。 In Italian we also find something of the same kind； as； for example； the descriptions of the famous Medicean tournament by Politian and Luca Pulci。 The true epic poets； Luigi Pulci； Boiardo； and Ariosto； are carried on more rapidly by the stream of their narrative； yet in all of them we must recognize the lightness and precision of their descriptive touch as one of the chief elements of their greatness。 Franco Sacchetti amuses himself with repeating the short speeches of a troop of pretty women caught in the woods by a shower of rain。
Other scenes of moving life are to be looked for in the military historians。 In a lengthy poem； dating from an earlier period； we find a faithful picture of a combat of mercenary soldiers in the fourteenth century； chiefly in the shape of the orders； cries of battle； and dialogue with which it is accompanied。
But the most remarkable productions of this kind are the realistic descriptions of country life； which are found most abundantly in Lorenzo il Magnifico and the poets of his circle。
Since the time of Petrarch； an unreal and conventional style of bucolic poetry had been in vogue； which； whether written in Latin or Italian； was essentially a copy of Virgil。 Parallel to this； we find the pastoral novel of Boccaccio and other works of the same kind down to the 'Arcadia' of Sannazaro； and later still； the pastoral comedy of Tasso and Guarini。 They are works whose style； whether poetry or prose is admirably finished and perfect； but in which pastoral life is ideal dress for sentiments which belong to a wholly sphere of culture。
But by the side of all this there appeared in Italian poetry； towards the close of the fifteenth century； signs of a more realistic treatment of rustic life。 This was not possible out of Italy； for here only did the peasant； whether laborer or proprietor； possess human dignity； personal freedom； and the right of settlement； hard as his lot might sometimes be in other respects。 The difference between town and country is far from being so marked here as in northern countries。 Many of the smaller towns are peopled almost exclusively by peasants who； on coming home at nightfall from their work； are transformed into townsfolk。 The masons of Como wandered over nearly all Italy； the child Giotto was free to leave his sheep and join a guild at Florence； everywhere there was a human stream flowing from the country into the cities； and some mountain populations seemed born to supply this current。 It is true that the pride and local conceit supplied poets and novelists with abundant motives for making game of the 'villano；' and what they left undone was taken charge of by the comic improvisers。 But nowhere do we find a trace of that brutal and contemptuous class…hatred against the 'vilains' which inspired the aristocratic poets of Provence； and often； too； the French chroniclers。 On the contrary； Italian authors of every sort gladly recognize and accentuate what is great or remarkable in the life of the peasant。 Gioviano Pontano mentions with admiration instances of the fortitude of the savage inhabitants of the Abruzzi； in the biographical collections and in the novelists we meet with the figure of the heroic peasant…maiden who hazards her life to defend her family and her honour。
Such conditions made the poetical treatment of country life possible。 The first instance we shall mention is that of Battista Mantovano； whose eclogues； once much read and still worth reading； appeared among his earliest works about 1480。 They are a mixture of real and conventional rusticity； but the former tends to prevail。 They represent the mode of thought of a well…meaning village clergyman； not without a certain leaning to liberal ideas。 As Carmelite monk； the writer may have had occasion to mix freely with the peasantry。
But it is with a power of a wholly different kind that Lorenzo il Magnifico transports himself into the peasant's world。 His 'Nencia di Barberino' reads like a crowd of genuine extracts from the popular songs of the Florentine country； fused into a great stream of octaves。 The objectivity of the writer is such that we are in doubt whether the speakerthe young peasant Vallera； who declares his love to Nencia awakens his sympathy or ridicule。 The deliberate contrast to the conventional eclogue is unmistakable。 Lorenzo surrenders himself purposely to the realism of simple； rough country life； and yet his work makes upon us the impression of true poetry。
The 'Beca da Dicomano' of Luigi Pulci is an admitted counterpart to the 'Nencia' of Lorenzo。 But the deeper purpose is wanting。 The 'Beca' is written not so much from the inward need to give a picture of popular life； as from the desire to win the approbation of the educated Florentine world by a successful poem。 Hence the greater and more deliberate coarseness of the scenes； and the indecent jokes。 Nevertheless； the point of view of the rustic lover is admirably maintained。
Third in this company of poets comes Angelo Poliziano； with his 'Rusticus' in Latin hexameters。 Keeping clear of all imitation of Virgil's Georgics； he describes the year of the Tuscan peasant； beginning with the late autumn； when the countryman gets ready his new plough and prepares the seed for the winter。 The picture of the meadows in spring is full and beautiful； and the 'Summer' has fine passages； but the vintage…feast in autumn is one of the gems of modern Latin poetry。 Politian wrote poems in Italian as well as Latin； from which we may infer that in Lorenzo's circle it was possible to give a realistic picture of the passionate life of the lower classes。 His gipsy's love… song is one of the earliest products of that wholly modern tendency to put oneself with poetic consciousness into the position of another class。 This had probably been attempted for ages with a view to satire； and the opportunity for it was offered in Florence at every carnival by the songs of the maskers。 But the sympathetic understanding of the feeling of another class was new； and with it the 'Nencia' and this 'Canzone zingaresca' mark a new starting…point in the history of poetry。
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