Dancing Satyr - a poetic tribute

In 2003 the recently-restored bronze statue of a dancing satyr was displayed in Rome. It had been discovered a few years earlier in the sea off the coast of Sicily. There were stories that the local fishermen had been aware of the statue for years, repeatedly discovering it in their nets and then discarding it in the sea, until someone realised its value. The statue was probably one of a group which would have decorated an extravagant garden - it may have been one of the lesser pieces -  and was presumably lost in a shipwreck.

After queueing to see the statue, one of my visitors was so impressed that he went away and wrote a sonnet. The statue has now come to the UK and it can be seen until December in the Royal Academy exhibition Bronze.

Satiro Danzante

by A.R. Hammond

So here it is: "a green-bronze naked figure

Roman or Greek, life-size, from off the coast

Of Italy". A Satyr, lacking most

Of arm or leg, alas. But still some vigour

Survives of that wild revelry or dance -

Arched torso, twisted head and windblown hair -

While from that lustrous face two white eyes stare

As if they wake from Dionysian trance

To see those other forms, in glass and paint

And plaster, which through after-ages stood

For art: tormented sinner, martyred saint,

Starved prophet - all our suffering for the loss

Of innocence. And ever - for our Good -

That broken, blooded, body on the cross.

The statue can normally be seen in its own museum in Mazara del Vallo in western Sicily.