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| John Graham Coughtry Figure 1965 watercolor on paper Art Gallery of Greater Victoria, British Columbia |
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| DeWain Valentine Pink Top 1965 polyester resin and fiberglass Orange County Museum of Art, Costa Mesa, California |
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| Philip Rich Westknoll Series #5 1965 oil on canvas Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
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| Adolfo for Saks Fifth Avenue Hat 1965 printed silk Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
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| Gerhard Richter Portrait Wachenfeld (104-3) 1965 oil on canvas Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
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| Joe Goode Self Portrait 1965 lithograph and screenprint National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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| Kelly Fearing Five Small Owls and Setting Sun 1965 watercolor, oil pastel and silver leaf on panel McNay Art Museum, San Antonio, Texas |
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| Leonard Freed Visitors to Herrenhausen Castle 1965 gelatin silver print Kunstmuseum, The Hague |
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| Maxwell Bates The Cocktail Party 1965 oil on canvas Art Gallery of Greater Victoria, British Columbia |
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| William Kurelek The Hound of Heaven 1965 lithograph Museum London, Ontario |
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| Kevin Lincoln What Price Arbitration? 1965 linocut National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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| Jeffrey Smart Garage Attendants, Rome 1965 drawing with added gouache Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide |
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| Wolfgang Suschitzky San Gimignano 1965 gelatin silver print Kunstmuseum, The Hague |
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| Hazel Janicki The Drawer 1965 tempera on board Akron Art Museum, Ohio |
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| Wayne Lazorik Stroll 1965 gelatin silver print Art Institute of Chicago |
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| Ernst Haas Surtsey Volcano, Iceland 1965 dye transfer print Portland Museum of Art, Maine |
from Ten Songs
Say this city has ten million souls,
Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes:
Yet there's no place for us, my dear, yet there's no place for us.
Once we had a country and we thought it fair,
Look in the atlas and you'll find it there:
We cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go there now.
In the village churchyard there grows an old yew,
Every spring it blossoms anew:
Old passports can't do that, my dear, old passports can't do that.
Old passports can't do that, my dear, old passports can't do that.
The consul banged the table and said:
"If you've got no pasport you're officially dead":
But we are still alive, my dear, but we are still alive.
Went to a committee; they offered me a chair;
Asked me politely to return next year:
But where shall we go to-day, my dear, but where shall we go to-day?
Came to a public meeting; the speaker got up and said:
"If we let them in, they will steal our daily bread";
He was talking of you and me, my dear, he was talking of you and me.
Thought I heard the thunder rumbling in the sky;
It was Hitler over Europe, saying: "They must die";
We were in his mind, my dear, we were in his mind.
Saw a poodle in a jacket fastened with a pin,
Saw a door opened and a cat let in:
But they weren't German Jews, my dear, but they weren't German Jews.
Went down to the harbour and stood upon the quay,
Saw the fish swimming as if they were free:
Only ten feet away, my dear, only ten feet away.
Walked through a wood, saw the birds in the trees;
They had no politicians and sang at their ease:
They weren't the human race, my dear, they weren't the human race.
Dreamed I saw a building with a thousand floors,
A thousand windows and a thousand doors;
Not one of them was ours, my dear, not one of them was ours.
Stood on a great plain in the falling snow;
Ten thousand soldiers marched to and fro:
Ten thousand soldiers marched to and fro:
Looking for you and me, my dear, looking for you and me.
– W.H. Auden (1939)