Montepulciano and the Church of S. Biagio

Edward Hutton devoted a whole chapter to Montepulciano, a city that still retains its charm today. Even the Marzocco Inn appears to be still in existence. There was plenty of art to see, and he gave his usual description of all the works that had been collected in the Museum. But the greatest work of art could be found outside the city's walls, the Church of S Biagio.

 

The way from the station over some seven miles  of hill and dale to the lofty city of Montepulciano is one of the most splendid, the most beautiful in all Tuscany. The whole valley of the Chiana and beyond and beyond is spread out like some gracious fairyland, in which lie three magic lakes, and one of them is the loveliest in the world—the lakes of Chiusi, of Montepulciano, and of Trasimeno; beyond lie the great ever-lasting mountains of Umbria, and over all is a supreme and luminous peace. Little by little as you climb to the wonderful city of the beautiful name some great or delicate feature in the landscape impresses itself upon you, only to be replaced again and again by other details as fair as itself; the serene and graceful outline of Cetona, for instance, gives place to the tremendous and beautiful mass of  Mont’ Amiata far away, or the eagle’s nest of Monte Follonica, truly a city out of a fairy tale, draws your eyes from Chiusi, till at last as your heart is set on Montepulciano itself, which suddenly appears over the lower hills at a turning of the way, the rosy queen of all this fair country, a city of another world, a city of the pure and aloof mountains. (218) …

 

As yet, however, Montepulciano is by no means spoiled. It is true that the Marzocco Inn is not so charming as I feel it must have been when Symonds made it famous. A certain greediness which the unfortunate tourist excites, alas! spoils good manners, even the natural good manners of the Tuscan. Still the comfort of the inn, the cleanliness of your waiter, are—so it be well with the beds—in my opinion secondary matters. It is always possible to eat in the fields, and no one travels to sit in an inn parlour, but if all we have come to see has been “improved” away by the great vulgar legions of “progress,” it is a serious matter. Happily in Montepulciano there is still enough and to spare….it is impossible to praise too highly the beauty of the city and of the country in which she reigns, or to tell easily of the beauty of the works of art which still abide there—too many, alas! in a museum. (222)…

 

But it is only as we are leaving Montepulciano for Pienza perhaps that we see what is surely the most striking monument to her splendour at its greatest in the later Renaissance—I mean the beautiful church built for love  by Antonio da Sangallo beneath the western height of the town. Coming upon S. Maria della Consolazione, outside  one of the most unapproachable cities in all Italy, Todi in Umbria, I called it, in an eager burst of enthusiasm, the most beautiful church in all the world. Well, here you may see something very like it without going to the trouble of marching to Todi. S. Biagio of Montepulciano is, on a small scale, of course, what S. Pietro in Vaticano should have been, what it would have been but for the barbarian Reformation—a Greek cross under a dome. As you stand on the threshold it is upward that your gaze is drawn, irresistibly, by the great light and space of the design, the height and beauty of all the proportions. Here is a church full of light—a church not for repentance but for praise; the whole place seems to utter the great verses of the Te Deum Laudamus, in itself to give visible form to words in which alone we hear some faint echo of those the great archangels sing:--

 

Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus, Dominus Deus Saboath,

Pleni sunt coeli et terra majestatis gloria tuae.***

 

Is it not, as we pass on our way, for the words of this ineffable song that the olives lend their music, that the vineyards are hushed and all the flowers bend their heads?

*** Hutton included the full Latin text of the hymn. Click on this link to hear Kiri te Kanewa's rendition of the Sanctus from Gounod's Mass of St. Cecilia. 

 

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