Giovanni Angelo Montorsoli Fontana di Orione (The River Tiber) 1553 marble Piazza del Duomo, Messina |
Giovanni Angelo Montorsoli Fontana del Nettuno (Neptune between Scylla and Charybdis) 1557 marble Piazza Unità d'Italia, Messina |
Domenico Parasacchi Fontana della Barcaccia, Piazza di Spagna, Rome 1637 etching Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam |
Jan Lutma the Younger Imaginary Fountain and Column of Trajan, Rome 1656 etching and engraving National Gallery of Art, Washington DC |
Romeyn de Hooghe Fountain in the Park of Enghien 1686 etching Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam |
Anonymous Italian Artist Fontana della Tartarughe, Piazza Mattei, Rome early 17th century drawing Princeton University Art Museum |
Joseph-Ignace-François Parrocel Fountain with Three Nereids ca. 1740-50 drawing National Gallery of Art, Washington DC |
Joseph-Ignace-François Parrocel Fountain with Three Tritons ca. 1740-50 drawing National Gallery of Art, Washington DC |
Jean-Baptiste Huet Capriccio with Fountain and Swans 1772 drawing Art Institute of Chicago |
Martin Ferdinand Quadal Child with Swan and Dog at a Fountain 1793 etching Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam |
Joseph-Mallord-William Turner The Apollo Fountain at Versailles ca. 1833 watercolor Tate Gallery |
Wilhelm Marstrand Fountain in Rome ca. 1836-41 oil on paper, mounted on canvas Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York |
Charles Sims The Fountain 1907-1908 oil on canvas Tate Gallery |
attributed to Urban Janke Fountain, Palais Schwarzenberg, Vienna 1908 lithograph (Wiener Werkstätte) Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York |
Henri Le Sidaner Bassin des Tuileries, Paris ca. 1910 pastel British Museum |
Ilse Bing Solarized Fountain 1934 gelatin silver print Minneapolis Institute of Art |
Carole Robb Rocks in a Fountain, Rome 2003 drawing Victoria & Albert Museum, London |
Water, Winter, Fire
In the little light of dawn
the merchant ships of Rome
slide into the breakers.
A rain of waves will hide them
forever beneath our dream.
We have always known of
the buried life, of these sources
of treasure, and of the washing –
the washing we have known.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Suddenly, where leaves were,
there is nothing. The seasons
have shifted above us
in an indistinct rustle –
frozen, finally, to silence.
We had always suspected
the dying of all fruit,
and the likelihood of turning
poisonous during the night.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Now that building, which has burned
so often, is burning again.
Our books and papers are rising
irretrievably into the heavens.
Heavier things are up and falling,
for which there can be no helping.
We have dreamed in this life before:
now, suddenly, the air is burning;
now it is useless to be home.
– Marvin Bell (1967)