Monday, February 23, 2026

Not Roses

Joseph Maria Kaiser
Poppy
ca. 1875
watercolor on paper
Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna

Anonymous German Artist
Tile with art nouveau Poppy Motif
ca. 1900
glazed earthenware
Museum für Kunst und Kulturgeschichte, Dortmund

Jan Brazda
Victory Bouquet
1945
drawing (study for woodcut)
Prins Eugens Waldemarsudde, Stockholm

Annie Bergman
Sweet Peas
ca. 1935
color woodblock print
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Adrien Bas
Jar with Bleeding-Heart Blossoms
1918
oil on panel
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Lyon

Stella Lodge LaMond
Amaryllis
1944
pochoir (stencil print)
Amon Carter Museum, Fort Worth, Texas

Heinrich Nauen
Rhododendron in Yellow Vase
ca. 1919
oil on canvas
Clemens-Sels Museum, Neuss, Germany

attributed to Albrecht Dürer
Bunch of Violets
ca. 1490-1500
watercolor and gouache on vellum
Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna

Oscar Björck
Flower Still Life
ca. 1896
resin paint on panel
Prins Eugens Waldemarsudde, Stockholm

Gustaf Wernersson Cronquist
Untitled (Dahlias)
ca. 1925
autochrome
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Jan Altink
Chrysanthemums
1908
oil on canvas
Groninger Museum, Netherlands

Michael Peter Ancher
Girl with Sunflowers
1889
oil on canvas
Statens Museum for Kunst, Copenhagen

Erich Heckel
Sunflowers
1913
oil on canvas
Kunsthalle Mannheim

Jan Sluijters
Flowering Branch of Magnolia
1926
oil on canvas
Kröller-Müller Museum, Otterlo, Netherlands

Erik Werenskiold
Lilies of the Valley
1894
watercolor on paper
Nasjonalmuseet, Oslo

Wilhelm Leibl
Study of Hand with Carnation
ca. 1880
oil on panel
Staatliche Kunsthalle, Karlsruhe

Though the monument be of Parian marble, and polished by the mason's straight rule, it is not a good man's. Do not, good sir, estimate the dead by the stone. The stone is senseless and can cover a foul black corpse as well as any other. Here lies that weak rag the body of Eunicides and rots under the ashes.

Who is there that has not suffered the extremity of woe, weeping for a son? But the house of Posidippus buried all four, taken from him in four days by death, that cut short all his hopes for them. The father's mourning eyes drenched with tears have lost their sight, and one may say that a common night now holds them all.

I know not whether to blame Bacchus or the rain; both are treacherous for the feet. For this tomb holds Polyxenus who once, returning from the country after a banquet, fell from the slippery hillside. Far from Aeolian Smyrna he lies. Let everyone at night when drunk dread the rain-soaked path.

On the winter snow melting at the top of her house it fell in and killed old Lysidice. Her neighbors of the village did not make her a tomb of earth dug up for the purpose, but put her house itself over her as a tomb.

On thy head I will heap the cold shingle of the beach, shedding it on thy cold corpse. For never did thy mother wail over thy tomb or see the sea-battered body of her shipwrecked son. But the desert and inhospitable strand of the Aegean shore received thee. So take this little portion of sand, stranger, and many a tear; for fated was the journey on which thou didst set out to trade. 

Euphorion, the exquisite writer of verse, lies by these long walls of the Piraeus. Offer to the initiated singer a pomegranate or apple or myrtle-berries,* for in his life he loved them. 

– from Book VI (Sepulchral Epigrams) of the Greek Anthology, translated and edited by W.R. Paton (1917)

*they were all used in the mysteries