Art -- Italy -- Venice; Venice (Italy) -- Description and travel
The Sacca della Misericordia has a majestic corner-stone in the Casa
degli Spiriti, the long garden of which is joined to the island of
the Abazia by the Ponte della Sacca, a beautiful bridge of pale rose
stone bound and lined with white marble. To those who live overlooking
the Sacca, the House of the Spirits becomes an inseparable part of
the landscape of the lagoon. Modern incredulity has preferred to talk
of smugglers instead of spirits, or to find in the weird echoes which
inhabit the Sacca and the neighbouring waterways an explanation of
its name. Others maintain that it owes it to the companies of wit
and intellect that gathered there in the days of Titian and Aretino;
no proofs, however, have been offered in support of this alluring
suggestion. But if modernity has driven out the spirits, the house
itself has become a ghost. In the midst of the thunderstorms which from
time to time break over the lagoon the Casa degli Spiriti stands out
a ghostly landmark, framed suddenly by a sickle of gold or flashing
silver, or illuminated by a level flood of purple, a place of revel
for the spirits of the storm. In the calm moonlight it appears more
pallid than the moon herself; in the black starless night still the
huge corner-stone looms out on the edge of the lagoon. And there is no
watch-tower to equal the Casa degli Spiriti for the spectacle of dawn
upon the mountains. Those who wake within Venice under a glimmering
grey sky, with rifts of remote, transparent blue, hear talk of coming
rain. But the House of Spirits which kept watch all night upon the
north lagoon, has had its day already in one short hour of dawn. It
has seen the Alps rise blue and clear behind the low green line of the
mainland; it has seen the ruby fire drawn from them by the dawn; it has
seen the crystal path of the lagoon fade to the dove’s neck with its
waves of peacock green; it has seen the fishing-boats come pressing
with their many-coloured sails against the sunrise, each, as it turned
before the wind, sealed with a golden blessing from the god of day.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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