Tenho andado a ler umas coisas sobre os Pré-Rafaelitas. Já há uns tempos coloquei umas telas que vi na Tate Britain. o Luís e MR também já focaram este pintor e a sua amada Elizabeth Siddal. Um hino ao amor é como chamo este conjunto de desenhos de Dante Gabriel Rossetti. Sou grande admiradora de estudos, desenhos e obras inacabadas... julgo que se pode partilhar com o pintor algo de intimista.
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Self-Portrait. 1847. Pencil heightened with white on paper. National Portrait Gallery, London
Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal foi musa de John Everett Millais e modelo e aluna de Dante Rossetti. O amor por Siddal transparece em muitos desenhos/estudos de Rossetti e a sua relação com ela foi intensa. Elizabeth foi também pintora, poetisa e ilustradora tal como Rossetti com quem acabaria por casar em 1860. Morreu com 32 anos.XXIX
Heart's Heaven
Sometimes she is a child within mine arms,
Cowering beneath dark wings that love must chase,--
With still tears showering and averted face,
Inexplicably fill'd with faint alarms:
And oft from mine own spirit's hurtling harms
I crave the refuge of her deep embrace,--
Against all ills the fortified strong place
And sweet reserve of sovereign counter-charms.
And Love, our light at night and shade at noon,
Lulls us to rest with songs, and turns away
All shafts of shelterless tumultuous day.
Like the moon's growth, his face gleams through his tune;
And as soft waters warble to the moon,
Our answering spirits chime one roundelay.
Sometimes she is a child within mine arms,
Cowering beneath dark wings that love must chase,--
With still tears showering and averted face,
Inexplicably fill'd with faint alarms:
And oft from mine own spirit's hurtling harms
I crave the refuge of her deep embrace,--
Against all ills the fortified strong place
And sweet reserve of sovereign counter-charms.
And Love, our light at night and shade at noon,
Lulls us to rest with songs, and turns away
All shafts of shelterless tumultuous day.
Like the moon's growth, his face gleams through his tune;
And as soft waters warble to the moon,
Our answering spirits chime one roundelay.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Elizabeth Siddall Plaiting her Hair Pencil on paper , Tate Collection
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Dante Gabriel Rossetti ‘Portrait of Elizabeth Siddal’ (pencil)
Estudo Siddal a pintar
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The Passing of Love
O God, forgive me that I ranged
My live into a dream of love!
Will tears of anguish never wash
The passion from my blood?
Love kept my heart in a song of joy,
My pulses quivered to the tune;
The coldest blasts of winter blew
Upon me like sweet airs in June.
Love floated on the mists of morn
And rested on the sunset’s rays;
He calmed the thunder of the storm
And lighted all my ways.
Elizabeth Siddal
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