Robert Henri Pepita 1917 oil on canvas Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
Frank Brangwyn Freedom of the Seas (series, The Great War - Britain's Efforts and Ideals) 1917 lithograph Queensland Art Gallery, Brisbane |
Arthur E. Becher At last Karl cornered Hedwig and demanded Speech 1917 drawing (print study for magazine illustration) Delaware Art Museum, Wilmington |
Ethel Gabain A Munition Worker 1917 lithograph Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Archibald Standish Hartrick On Munitions - Drilling a Casting (series, Women's Work) 1917 lithograph Queensland Art Gallery, Brisbane |
Archibald Standish Hartrick In the Towns - Bus Conductress (series, Women's Work) 1917 lithograph Queensland Art Gallery, Brisbane |
Archibald Standish Hartrick On the Land - Ploughing (series, Women's Work) 1917 lithograph Queensland Art Gallery, Brisbane |
Archibald Standish Hartrick On the Railways - Engine and Carriage Cleaners (series, Women's Work) 1917 lithograph Queensland Art Gallery, Brisbane |
Alexander Archipenko Figure 1917 gouache on paper Norton Simon Museum, Pasadena, California |
Frederick Landseer Griggs St Botolph's Bridge 1917 etching National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa |
Christopher Nevinson Acetylene Welders (series, The Great War) 1917 lithograph National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa |
Christopher Nevinson Assembling Parts (series, The Great War) 1917 lithograph Queensland Art Gallery, Brisbane |
Christopher Nevinson Making the Engine (series, The Great War) 1917 lithograph National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa |
Christopher Nevinson Survivors at Arras 1917 drypoint Agnes Etherington Art Centre, Kingston, Ontario |
Félix Vallotton Street in Dax 1917 drawing National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa |
Norman Lindsay Today the German Monster threatens the World with Bloodshed, Slavery and Death 1917 lithograph (proof of poster before lettering) National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
from Canzone
Drift, Autumn, drift; fall, colours, where you will:
Bald melancholia minces through the world.
Regret, cold oceans, the lymphatic will
Caught in reflection on the right to will:
While violent dogs excite their dying day
To bacchic fury; snarl, though, as they will,
Their teeth are not a triumph for the will
But utter hesitation. What we love
Ourselves for is our power not to love,
To shrink to nothing or explode at will,
To ruin and remember that we know
What ruins and hyaenas cannot know.
If in this dark now I less often know
That spiral staircase where the haunted will
Hunts for its stolen luggage, who should know
Better than you, beloved, how I know
What gives security to any world,
Or in whose mirror I begin to know
The chaos of the heart as merchants know
Their coins and cities, genius its own day?
For through our lively traffic all the day,
In my own person I am forced to know
How much must be forgotten out of love,
How much must be forgiven, even love.
– W.H. Auden (1942)