Richard Phené Spiers The Propylaea, Athens ca. 1880 watercolor on paper Royal Academy of Arts, London |
Jean-Pierre Hoüel Ruins of the Temple of Concord at Agrigento ca. 1776 gouache on paper Musée du Louvre |
Anonymous Photographer Catherine Gide with her father André Gide at Paestum 1950 photograph Fondation Catherine Gide, Olten, Switzerland |
John Aldridge Palazzo San Boldo, Venice 1963-64 oil on canvas Royal Academy of Arts, London |
Michele Marieschi Capriccio with Obelisk and Gothic Edifice ca. 1740-45 oil on canvas Gallerie dell'Accademia, Venice |
James Holland Venice - Narrow Canal ca. 1840-50 oil on panel The Potteries Museum and Art Gallery, Stoke-on-Trent |
Wilfrid De Glehn Venetian Doorway 1913 oil on canvas private collection |
Jean-Baptiste Lallemand Arch of Constantine and the Colosseum, Rome ca. 1750 drawing Musée du Louvre |
Canaletto Arch of Septimius Severus, Rome ca. 1743 oil on canvas Cincinnati Art Museum, Ohio |
Charles Michel-Ange Challe Architectural Capriccio with the Roman Pantheon ca. 1742-49 drawing Musée du Louvre |
Ferdinando Partini View of the Pantheon, Rome 1794 oil on canvas Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York |
Hubert Robert Bathers ca. 1785 oil on canvas Cincinnati Art Museum, Ohio |
Jenaro Pérez-Villaamil Seville Cathedral 1835 oil on canvas Fundación Banco Santander, Madrid |
Joseph Mallord William Turner Durham Cathedral 1798-99 watercolor Royal Academy of Arts, London |
William Strudwick Water Gate of York House, London before 1882 carbon print Royal Academy of Arts, London |
Charles Maresco Pearce Le pavillon bleu 1926 oil on canvas Ferens Art Gallery, Kingston upon Hull |
Estrangement in Athens
Mount Olympus held nothing for them.
No occasion of theirs could provoke
No occasion of theirs could provoke
Magniloquent debate. Nor act require
That attic of gods to come swooping
Onto the field, swaying the battle.
Only the great booming of the ferry
As it shouldered alongside the pier;
Only the waitress counting their
Saucers: it was this April morning
That swung them by their heels.
What was missing was the impersonal,
The fated, a visionary marble address,
The goddess skimming over blue water
To whisper good news, or some stud,
Swan, or bull brimming with light.
Not a wingèd foot. Only Love,
Recently decamped, hovered above
The table, ready to be splendid.
But their ten years' war had ended.
– Brian Culhane (2008)