Evelyn Hofer Jammet's, Dublin 1966 gelatin silver print High Museum of Art, Atlanta |
Ilse Bing Salut de Schiaparelli (publicity shot for perfume) 1934 gelatin silver print High Museum of Art, Atlanta |
Éditions Paul Martial (Paris) Sliced Mattress ca. 1928-29 gelatin silver print Kupferstichkabinett, Kunstmuseum, Basel |
Baron Adolf De Meyer Maenad in L'Après-midi d'un Faune 1912 palladium print Princeton University Art Museum |
Hans Bellmer La Poupée ca. 1934 gelatin silver print Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York |
Thomas Struth Corso Vittorio Emanuele, Naples 1989 gelatin silver print Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam |
Richard Avedon Polly Mellen, Fashion Editor 1975 gelatin silver print High Museum of Art, Atlanta |
Les Gray Colonnade Figure (series, Assignment Rome) 1972 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne |
George Platt Lynes Portrait of painter Marsden Hartley 1943 gelatin silver print Princeton University Art Museum |
Marsha Burns White Snow Goose Sequence ca. 1976 gelatin silver print Princeton University Art Museum |
Ruth Bernhard Classic Torso 1952 gelatin silver print Cincinnati Art Museum, Ohio |
Anonymous French Photographer Fencers ca. 1900 gelatin silver prints (stereocard) Wellcome Collection, London |
Berenice Abbott Untitled ca. 1925 gelatin silver print Clark Art Institute, Williamstown, Massachusetts |
John Yang Untitled 1990 platinum print High Museum of Art, Atlanta |
Edward Weston Untitled (Tombstone Sculpture by William Edmondson) 1941 gelatin silver print High Museum of Art, Atlanta |
Hiroshi Sugimoto Diorama with Ostriches 1980 gelatin silver print High Museum of Art, Atlanta |
Love and Death
Behold the flashing waters,
A cloven, dancing jet,
That from the milk-white marble
For ever foam and fret;
Far off in drowsy valleys
Where the meadow saffrons blow,
The feet of summer dabble
In their coiling calm and slow.
The banks are worn for ever
By a people sadly gay:
A Titan, with loud laughter,
Made them of fire and clay.
Go ask the springing flowers
And the flowing air above,
What are the twin-born waters,
And they'll answer Death and Love.
With wreaths of withered flowers
Two lonely spirits wait,
With wreaths of withered flowers,
'Fore paradise's gate.
They may not pass the portal,
Poor earth-enkindled pair,
Though sad is many a spirit
To pass and leave them there
Still staring at their flowers,
That dull and faded are.
If one should rise beside thee,
The other is not far.
Go ask the youngest angel,
She will say with bated breath,
By the door of Mary's garden
Are the spirits Love and Death.
The banks are worn for ever
By a people sadly gay:
A Titan, with loud laughter,
Made them of fire and clay.
Go ask the springing flowers
And the flowing air above,
What are the twin-born waters,
And they'll answer Death and Love.
With wreaths of withered flowers
Two lonely spirits wait,
With wreaths of withered flowers,
'Fore paradise's gate.
They may not pass the portal,
Poor earth-enkindled pair,
Though sad is many a spirit
To pass and leave them there
Still staring at their flowers,
That dull and faded are.
If one should rise beside thee,
The other is not far.
Go ask the youngest angel,
She will say with bated breath,
By the door of Mary's garden
Are the spirits Love and Death.
– W.B. Yeats (1885)