Constantin Brâncuși Still Life ca. 1920-30 gelatin silver print High Museum of Art, Atlanta |
Harold Cazneaux The Surf Wheel 1931 gelatin silver print Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Anonymous Photographer Woman standing against Landscape ca. 1910 albumen silver print Rhode Island School of Design, Providence |
John Kauffmann Papyrus ca. 1920-30 gelatin silver print Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Douglas Hill Youth 1924 gelatin silver print Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Anonymous Photographer Calf-Bearer and Kritios Boy shortly after exhumation on the Acropolis, Athens ca. 1865 albumen silver print Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York |
Henri Le Secq Cathedral of Notre Dame, Amiens ca. 1852 salted paper print Scottish National Gallery, Edinburgh |
Adolphe Terris Samples of Stone Studies of Male Figures ca. 1879 albumen print Clark Art Institute, Williamstown, Massachusetts |
John Muir Wood Figure with Basalt Columns ca. 1850 salted paper print Scottish National Gallery, Edinburgh |
Baron Adolf De Meyer Standing Man in Spanish Costume ca. 1910 platinum print Rhode Island School of Design, Providence |
Charles Clifford Statue of Saint Bruno, at the Monastery of Our Lady of Miraflores, Burgos 1853 albumen silver print National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa |
Charles Clifford Alcazar, Toledo ca. 1857 albumen silver print National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa |
Eugène Atget Avenue with Statues, Versailles 1906 albumen print Rhode Island School of Design, Providence |
Thomas Carmichael Tree Study ca. 1880 albumen print Scottish National Gallery, Edinburgh |
Ottomar Anschütz Model tossing a Ball 1886 albumen print Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna |
Ottomar Anschütz Model tossing a Ball 1886 albumen print Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna |
from The Seeker
Shepherds, I came this morning to your land
From threescore years of dream-led wandering
Where spice-isles nestle on the star-trod seas,
And where the polar winds and waters wrestle
In endless dark, and by the weedy marge
Of Asian rivers, rolling on in light.
But now my wandering shall be done, I know.
A voice came calling me to this your land,
Where lies the long-lost forest of the sprite,
The sullen wood. But many woods I see
Where to themselves innumerable birds
Make moan and cry.
From threescore years of dream-led wandering
Where spice-isles nestle on the star-trod seas,
And where the polar winds and waters wrestle
In endless dark, and by the weedy marge
Of Asian rivers, rolling on in light.
But now my wandering shall be done, I know.
A voice came calling me to this your land,
Where lies the long-lost forest of the sprite,
The sullen wood. But many woods I see
Where to themselves innumerable birds
Make moan and cry.
– W.B. Yeats (1885)