Henry Fuseli Portrait of Sophia Fuseli 1799 drawing Kupferstichkabinett, Kunstmuseum Basel |
Henry Fuseli William Tell assassinating Albrecht Gessler ca. 1775 drawing Graphische Sammlung, Zentralbibliothek Zürich |
Henry Fuseli Portrait of a Woman ca. 1790 oil on canvas Detroit Institute of Arts |
Henry Fuseli Satan and the Birth of Sin (allegorical episode from Paradise Lost) ca. 1795 oil on canvas Dallas Museum of Art |
Frank Stella Chocorua I 1965-66 acrylic on canvas Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
Frank Stella Flin Flon VIII 1970 acrylic on canvas San Diego Museum of Art |
Frank Stella River of Ponds II 1971 lithograph Delaware Art Museum, Wilmington |
Frank Stella Hiragla Variation I 1969 fluorescent alkyd on canvas Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
Henri Matisse Le Madras Rouge 1907 oil on canvas Barnes Foundation, Philadelphia |
Henri Matisse Les Persiennes 1919 oil on canvas Barnes Foundation, Philadelphia |
Henri Matisse The Music Lesson 1917 oil on canvas Barnes Foundation, Philadelphia |
Henri Matisse The Red Blouse 1936 oil on canvas McNay Art Museum, San Antonio, Texas |
Gandhara Culture Head of Buddhist Figure 4th-5th century AD stucco Harvard Art Museums |
Gandhara Culture Bodhisattva in Meditation 3rd century AD schist Asian Art Museum, San Francisco |
Gandhara Culture Bodhisattva Maitreya 2nd-3rd century AD schist Norton Simon Museum, Pasadena |
Gandhara Culture Head of Bodhisattva 5th-6th century AD stucco Seattle Art Museum |
from Part Four of The Age of Anxiety
For seven cycles
For seven years
Past vice and virtue, surviving both,
Through pluvial periods, paroxysms
Of wind and wet, through whirlpools of heat,
And comas of deadly cold,
On an old white horse, an ugly nag,
In his faithful youth, he followed
The black ball as it bowled downhill
On the spotted spirit's spiral journey,
Its purgative path to that point of rest
Where longing leaves it, and saw
Shimmering in the shade with shrine of gold,
The magical marvel no man dare touch,
Between the towers the tree of life
And the well of wishes
The waters of joy.
Its purgative path to that point of rest
Where longing leaves it, and saw
Shimmering in the shade with shrine of gold,
The magical marvel no man dare touch,
Between the towers the tree of life
And the well of wishes
The waters of joy.
Then he harrowed hell,
Healed the abyss
Of torpid instinct and trifling flux,
Laundered it, lighted it, made it lovable with
Cathedrals and theories; thanks to him
Brisker smells abet us,
Cleaner clouds accost our vision
And honest sounds our ears.
For he ignored the Nightmares and annexed their ranges,
Put the clawing Chimaeras in cold storage,
Berated the Riddle till it roared and fled,
Healed the abyss
Of torpid instinct and trifling flux,
Laundered it, lighted it, made it lovable with
Cathedrals and theories; thanks to him
Brisker smells abet us,
Cleaner clouds accost our vision
And honest sounds our ears.
For he ignored the Nightmares and annexed their ranges,
Put the clawing Chimaeras in cold storage,
Berated the Riddle till it roared and fled,
Won the Battle of Whispers,
Stopped the Stupids, stormed into
The Fumblers' Forts, confined the Sulky
To their drab ditches and drove the Crashing
Bores to their bogs,
Their beastly moor.
Stopped the Stupids, stormed into
The Fumblers' Forts, confined the Sulky
To their drab ditches and drove the Crashing
Bores to their bogs,
Their beastly moor.
– W.H. Auden (1944-46)