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| Anonymous Italian Artist Study of Folded Hands ca. 1650-1700 drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous Italian Artist Study of Hand ca. 1650-1700 drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous Italian Artist Study of Hands 18th century drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous Italian Artist Study of Legs ca. 1650-1700 drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous Italian Artist Studies of Hands ca. 1650-1700 drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous Italian Artist Studies of Arms ca. 1650-1700 drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous Italian Artist Study for Cleopatra dropping Pearl into Wine 17th century drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous Italian Artist Sheet of Studies 17th century drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous Italian Artist Sheet of Studies 17th century drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous Italian Artist Sheet of Studies 17th century drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous Italian Artist Sheet of Studies 17th century drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous Italian Artist Sheet of Studies 17th century drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous Italian Artist Sheet of Studies ca. 1650-1700 drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous Italian Artist Sheet of Studies ca. 1650-1700 drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous Italian Artist Sheet of Studies ca. 1650-1700 drawing Musée du Louvre |
What I Expected
What I expected, was
Thunder, fighting,
Long struggles with men
And climbing.
After continual straining
I should grow strong;
Then the rocks would shake
And I rest long.
What I had not foreseen
Was the gradual day
Weakening the will
Leaking the brightness away,
The lack of good to touch,
The fading of body and soul
Smoke before wind,
Corrupt, unsubstantial.
The wearing of Time,
And the watching of cripples pass
With limbs shaped like questions
In their odd twist,
The pulverous grief
Melting the bones with pity,
The sick falling from the earth –
These, I could not foresee.
Expecting always
Some brightness to hold in trust
Some final innocence
Exempt from dust,
That, hanging solid,
Would dangle through all
Like the created poem,
Or the faceted crystal.
– Stephen Spender (1933)