Albrecht Altdorfer Satyr Family in a Landscape 1507 oil on panel Gemäldegalerie, Berlin |
Albrecht Altdorfer Martyrdom of St Florian ca. 1516-20 oil on panel Galleria degli Uffizi, Florence |
Albrecht Altdorfer Rest on the Flight into Egypt ca. 1510 oil on panel Gemäldegalerie, Berlin |
Albrecht Altdorfer Rest on the Flight into Egypt (detail) ca. 1510 oil on panel Gemäldegalerie, Berlin |
Anonymous German Artist Portrait of a Man in Armour ca. 1540-60 oil on panel Cincinnati Art Museum, Ohio |
Anonymous German Artist Portrait of a Man ca. 1530-40 oil on panel National Gallery, London |
Hans Baldung Pietà with the Holy Trinity 1512 oil on panel National Gallery, London |
attributed to Hans Baldung The Lamentation before 1545 oil on panel Galleria Giorgio Franchetti alla Ca' d'Oro, Venice |
Hans Baldung Portrait of a Man 1514 oil on panel National Gallery, London |
Hans Baldung Portrait of Ludwig, Graf zu Löwenstein 1513 oil on panel Gemäldegalerie, Berlin |
Daniel Hopfer Penitent St Jerome 1533 oil on panel Galleria Giorgio Franchetti alla Ca' d'Oro, Venice |
Hans Holbein Portrait of a Nobleman with a Falcon 1542 oil on panel Mauritshuis, The Hague |
Hans Holbein Portrait of a Lady (possibly Elizabeth Seymour, wife of Gregory Cromwell) ca. 1535-40 oil on canvas Toledo Museum of Art, Ohio |
Hans Holbein Portrait of Henry VIII 1540 oil on panel Palazzo Barberini, Rome |
Master of the Twelve Apostles Jacob and Rachel at the Well ca. 1520-50 oil on canvas Palazzo dei Diamanti, Ferrara |
Two German Women Sell a Guitar
All chance, all folly helped it to survive,
Guitar, the hollow fruit-shaped instrument,
With the great city gaping like a tent,
And rattled by the wind like a papery hive.
A rare guitar outlasts both courage and zeal,
Destruction's clumsy and repeated flails.
While children perish and the transport fails
Guitars are still negotiable and real.
What's destitution but this final prize,
And patience nothing but this unstrung husk
Borne by two women through the early dusk
Toward the fantastic market, whose supplies
Are just such toys, such anguish and such fast,
Such numbly-driven barter of the past.
– Clara Brussel (1947)