Thursday, April 9, 2026

Il Penseroso - III

Käthe Kollwitz
Self Portrait
1921
etching and drypoint
Städtisches Museum, Braunschweig

Hermann Kruse
Study of Seated Italian
1896
watercolor on paper
Städel Museum, Frankfurt

Jean-Étienne Liotard
Dame Pensive sur un Sofa
1749
pastel on vellum
Cabinet d'Arts Graphiques
des Musées d'Art et d'Histoire, Genève

Nicolaes Maes
Apostle Thomas (the Architect)
1656
oil on canvas
Museumslandschaft Hessen Kassel

Irving Penn
Christian Dior, New York
1947
gelatin silver print
Museum Folkwang, Essen

Henri Martin
Girl on a Terrace
ca. 1900
oil on canvas
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Reims

Leo Holub
Agnes Martin, Galisteo, New Mexico
1992
gelatin silver print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Jan Fridlund
Paris
ca. 1957-59
gelatin silver print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Robert Caumont
Reflection in a Mirror
1918
drawing
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Bordeaux

François Clouet
Charles IX, King of France, at age 14
ca. 1564
drawing
Kupferstichkabinett,
Staatliche Kunstsammlungen, Dresden

Anonymous Dutch Artist
Académie
1785
drawing
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Francesco Bartolozzi
Académie
ca. 1750
drawing
Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna

Johann Heinrich Lips
Memory (The Nordic Sibyl)
1806
gouache on paper
Graphische Sammlung, Zentralbibliothek Zürich

Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Portrait of model and artist Maria Zambaco
1870
pastel on paper
Clemens-Sels Museum,  Neuss, Germany

Rembrandt van Rijn
Portrait of a Young Man
ca. 1635
etching
Graphische Sammlung, ETH Zürich

Odilon Redon
Head Study
before 1916
drawing
Städel Museum, Frankfurt

How capital the charm for one in love that Polyphemus discovered!  Yes, by the Earth, he was not unschooled, the Cyclops.  The Muses make love thin, Philippus; of a truth learning is a medicine that cures every ill.  This, I think, is the only good that hunger, too, has to set against its evils, that it extirpates the disease of love for boys.  I have plenty of cause for saying to Love, "Thy wings are being clipped, my little man. I fear not a tiny bit." For at home I have both the charms for the severe wound. 

Stranger, if thou sawest somewhere among the boys one whose bloom was most lovely, undoubtedly thou sawest Apollodotus.  And if, having seen him, thou wast not overcome by burning fiery desire, of a surety thou art either a god or a stone. 

Sweet is the boy, and even the name of Myiscus is sweet to me and full of charm.  What excuse have I for not loving?  For he is beautiful, by Cypris, entirely beautiful; and if he gives me pain, why, it is the way of Love to mix bitterness with honey.  

Even like unto a storm in springtime, Diodorus, is my love, determined by the moods of an uncertain sea.  At one time thou displayest heavy rain-clouds, at another again the sky is clear and thy eyes melt in a soft smile.  And I, like a shipwrecked man in the surge, count the blind waves as I am whirled hither and thither at the mercy of the mighty storm.  But show me a landmark either of love or of hate, that I may know in which sea I swim. 

The goddess, queen of the Desires, gave me to thee, Theocles; Love, the soft-sandalled, laid me low for thee to tread on, all unarmed, a stranger in a strange land, having tamed me by his bit that grippeth fast.  But now I long to win a friendship in which I need not stoop.  But thou refusest him who loves thee, and neither time softens thee nor the tokens we have of our mutual continence.  Have mercy on me, Lord, have mercy! for Destiny ordained thee a god; with thee rest for me the issues of life and death.  
 
I know my hands are empty of wealth, but, by the Graces I beseech thee, Menippus, tell me not my own dream.*  It hurts me to hear continually these bitter words.  Yes, my dear, this is the most unloving thing in all thy bearing to me.

– from Book XII (Strato's Musa Puerilis) in the Greek Anthology, translated and edited by W.R. Paton (1917)

*i.e. tell me not what I already know too well