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| Anonymous Italian Artist Antique Statue - The Dancing Faun (measured study) ca. 1650-1700 drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous Italian Artist Study of Antique Torso 17th century drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous Italian Artist Study of Antique Torso 17th century drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous Italian Artist Study of Antique Torso ca. 1550-1600 drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous Italian Artist Study of Antique Torso ca. 1650-1700 drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous Italian Artist Antique Statue - Seated Agrippina 18th century drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous Italian Artist Antique Statue - Faun with Kid 17th century drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous Italian Artist Antique Statue - Goddess 17th century drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous Italian Artist Antique Statue - Hunter with Boar 17th century drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous Italian Artist Antique Statue - Venus de Medici 17th century drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous Italian Artist Antique Statue - Della Valle Satyr (one of a pair) 17th century drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous Italian Artist Antique Statue - Farnese Hercules 17th century drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous Italian Artist Antique Statue - Farnese Hercules 17th century drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous Italian Artist Antique Statue - Farnese Hercules 17th century drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous Italian Artist Antique Statue - Farnese Hercules ca. 1650-1700 drawing Musée du Louvre |
To a New Sex
Somewhere out of antiquity someone work with me.
When transferring a thought, the connectors and clauses
recede: you get it. I got it –
The rest of the language, beauty and play
I am your master, the thought says –
I disagree
I'm thinking about the church where we
held my brother's funeral. He says, I was there:
it hurt me; you cried too much; I don't mind
later. I just want to be with you, the thought says
You mean thee thought or his thought?
The rocks are like stars, gully full of stars.
If I go with anyone anywhere, if they'd
think sweetly of me. No one hears. Relax your shoulders.
I'm singing to you over and over "to a new sex."
Sometimes it seems like there's a lizard for each rock
necklaces of lives,
there's room for an infinity
of minds. Thoughts. Anywhere. Enter my head
if you wish. No ends or purposes
Prevailed fortunes. I have a destiny. My death
will not complete it.
– Alice Notley (2015)