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| Gene Davis Parachute 1952 ink and wash on paper Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Gene Davis Stripes 1957 oil on canvas Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Gene Davis Triple Jump 1962 oil and acrylic on canvases Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Gene Davis Two-Part Blue 1964 acrylic on canvas Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Gene Davis Hot Beat 1964 acrylic on canvas Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Gene Davis Flower Machine 1964 acrylic on canvas Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Gene Davis Black Grey Beat 1964 acrylic on canvas Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Gene Davis Raspberry Icicle 1967 acrylic on canvas Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Gene Davis Dr Peppercorn 1967 acrylic on canvas Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Gene Davis Jack-in-the-Box 1969 screenprint Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Gene Davis Yo-Yo 1969 screenprint Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Gene Davis Signal 1973 screenprint Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Gene Davis Mostly Mozart 1975 screenprint Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Gene Davis King Kong 1976 screenprint Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Gene Davis Bullet Proof 1976 screenprint Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Gene Davis Looking Glass 1983 acrylic on canvas Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Gene Davis Happiness 1983 graphite and crayon on paper Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
from The Consolation of Philosophy
Thise tyraunts putte hem gladly nat in pres
No places wildnesse ne no busshes for to winne,
Ther poverte is, as seith Diogenes,
Ther as vitaile is ek so skars and thinne
That noght but mast or apples is therinne;
But ther as bagges ben and fat vitaile,
Ther wol they gon, and spare for no sinne
With al her ost the cite forto asayle.
Yit was no paleis-chaumbres ne non halles;
In caves and wodes softe and swete
Slepten this blissed folk withoute walles
On gras or leves in parfyt joy and quiete.
Ne doun of fetheres ne no bleched shete
Was kid to them, but in seurtee they slepte.
Hir hertes were al oon withoute galles;
Everich of hem his feith to other kepte.
Unforged was the hauberk and the plate;
The lambish peple, voyded of alle vyce,
Hadden no fantasye to debate,
But ech of hem wolde other wel cheryce.
Ne pryde, non envye, non avaryce,
No lord, no taylage by no tyranye;
Humblesse and pees, good feith the emperice.
Yit was not Jupiter the likerous,
That first was fader of delicacye,
Come in this world; ne Nembrot, desirous
To regne, had nat maad his toures hye.
Allas, allas, now may men wepe and crye
For in oure dayes nis but covetyse,
Doublenesse, and tresoun, and envye,
Poyson and manslawtre and mordre in sondry wyse.
– Boethius (AD 476-524), translated by Geoffrey Chaucer (1390)