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| Jaap Kaas Self Portrait 1940 drawing Teylers Museum, Haarlem |
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| Jaap Kaas Self Portrait in the Studio with Sculptures 1940 drawing Teylers Museum, Haarlem |
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| Jaap Kaas Self Portrait 1917 drawing Teylers Museum, Haarlem |
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| Jaap Kaas Still Life in the Studio 1940 drawing Teylers Museum, Haarlem |
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| Jaap Kaas In the Museum 1927 drawing Teylers Museum, Haarlem |
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| Jacobus van Looy Head of a Mummy 1885 drawing Teylers Museum, Haarlem |
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| Jacobus van Looy Sibyl ca. 1885-87 drawing Teylers Museum, Haarlem |
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| Jacobus van Looy Portrait Studies 1885 drawing Teylers Museum, Haarlem |
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| Jacobus van Looy Statue of Water Seller ca. 1885-87 drawing Teylers Museum, Haarlem |
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| Jacobus van Looy Copy of Michelangelo's Adam, Sistine Ceiling ca. 1885-87 drawing Teylers Museum, Haarlem |
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| Jacobus van Looy Study of Bending Model ca. 1875 drawing Teylers Museum, Haarlem |
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| Jacobus van Looy Anatomical Studies after Raphael ca. 1885-87 drawing Teylers Museum, Haarlem |
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| Jacobus van Looy Study of Draped Model ca. 1875 drawing Teylers Museum, Haarlem |
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| Jacobus van Looy Study of Model bearing Amphora ca. 1875 drawing Teylers Museum, Haarlem |
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| Jacobus van Looy Studies of Draped Model ca. 1885-87 drawing Teylers Museum, Haarlem |
from A Version of Catullus LXIV
Pride tearing and no love light us, soul and no soul protect you,
now parted a grave sea's plighting him King in the waves undoes:
new life forgot rotted o new love's hopes, o mean and mute here
all meaner sound desért here, ostent in death o mean late tomb.
Known to my end teem in me languish scant lumina mortal
new Prayer as I face so sick the end corporal senses,
qualm Justice and Wisdom expose come prove that hate wilt him,
Guileless Dooming feed me past raving come pray care an hour.
Harrow fated virulent taunting vindictive, pain ah
Eumenides, keen whose snake anguished crowns wreathed in your hair billow,
frenzies expiring breaths preordained packed hearts and ires,
hook hook on to me till my cries are heeded, querulous,
waste I go aie misery the streams which pour from my heart dull wails
go goring hopes, ardent eyes madden cark and fear horror.
Quick on my way right, now sundered, the truth deep in me,
wish no love I part with, no sorrow vanished, scour look Doom!
– Celia and Louis Zukofsky (1969)