The Sculptor - Poem by Yevgeny Baratynsky
When fixed his gaze upon the stone,
The artist saw a nymph inside,
And fire ran through vein his own -
He flew to her in all his heart.
But though full of strong desire,
He's now overcome the spell:
The chisel, piecemeal and unhurried,
From his high goddess, sanctified,
Removes a shell after a shell.
In the sweet and vague preoccupation
More than a day or a year will pass;
But from the goddess of his passion,
The fallen veil will not be last,
Until, perceiving his desire,
Under the chisel's gentle caress,
And answering by a gaze of fire,
Sweat Galatea brings entire
The sage into a first embrace.
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