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| Rembrandt Minerva in her Study 1635 oil on canvas Leiden Collection, New York |
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| Rembrandt Portrait Study of Saskia van Uylenburgh ca. 1635 drawing Musée Bonnat-Helleu, Bayonne |
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| Rembrandt Supper at Emmaus ca. 1640-41 drawing Fitzwilliam Museum, Cambridge |
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| Rembrandt Portrait of printseller Clement de Jonghe 1651 etching Städtisches Museum, Braunschweig |
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| George Luks The Immigrant ca. 1904-1906 oil on canvas Tacoma Art Museum, Washington State |
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| George Luks Fortune Teller ca. 1920 oil on canvas Memphis Brooks Museum of Art, Tennessee |
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| George Luks Society Girl ca. 1920 oil on canvas Weatherspoon Art Museum, Greensboro, North Carolina |
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| George Luks Pals ca. 1907 oil on canvas New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut |
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| Cristóbal Balenciaga Evening Gown 1950 silk crepe and silk shantung Phoenix Art Museum, Arizona |
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| Cristóbal Balenciaga Ballgown 1955 silk velvet devoré National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne |
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| Cristóbal Balenciaga Evening Gown with Coat 1962 silk Phoenix Art Museum, Arizona |
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| Cristóbal Balenciaga Cocktail Dress 1967 silk gazar National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne |
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| Pablo Picasso Bullfight ca. 1960 linocut San Jose Museum of Art, California |
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| Pablo Picasso Femme assise 1926-27 oil on canvas Art Gallery of Ontario, Toronto |
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| Pablo Picasso Pierrot as Orchestra Conductor ca. 1920-23 pochoir Fralin Museum of Art, Charlottesville, Virginia |
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| Pablo Picasso Young Woman in Striped Dress 1949 oil on canvas Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
from Part Three of The Age of Anxiety
Presently, the extraordinary charm of these gardens begins to work upon them also. It seems an accusation. They become uneasy and unwell.
Emble says:
I would stay to be saved but the stillness here
Reminds me too much of my mother's grief;
It scorns and scares me.
I would stay to be saved but the stillness here
Reminds me too much of my mother's grief;
It scorns and scares me.
Quant says:
My excuses throb.
Louder and lamer.
Rosetta says:
The long shadows
Disapprove of my person.
Malin says:
Reproached by the doves,
My groin groans.
Rosetta:
I've got a headache,
And my nose is inflamed.
Quant: My knees are stiff.
Emble:
My teeth need attention.
Then Quant says:
Who will trust me now,
Who, with broad jokes have bored my children
And, warm by my wife, have wished her dead
Yet turned her over, who have told strangers
Of the cars and castles that accrued with the fortune
I might have made?
And Emble says:
My mortal body
Has sinned on sofas, assigning to each
Points for pleasure, I have pencilled on envelopes
Lists of my loves.
And Rosetta says:
Alas for my sneers
At the poor and plain: I must pay for thinking
Failure funny.
And Malin says:
My excuses throb.
Louder and lamer.
Rosetta says:
The long shadows
Disapprove of my person.
Malin says:
Reproached by the doves,
My groin groans.
Rosetta:
I've got a headache,
And my nose is inflamed.
Quant: My knees are stiff.
Emble:
My teeth need attention.
Then Quant says:
Who will trust me now,
Who, with broad jokes have bored my children
And, warm by my wife, have wished her dead
Yet turned her over, who have told strangers
Of the cars and castles that accrued with the fortune
I might have made?
And Emble says:
My mortal body
Has sinned on sofas, assigning to each
Points for pleasure, I have pencilled on envelopes
Lists of my loves.
And Rosetta says:
Alas for my sneers
At the poor and plain: I must pay for thinking
Failure funny.
And Malin says:
I have felt too good
At being better than the best of my colleagues:
Walking by water, have worked out smiling
Deadly reviews. My deeds forbid me
To linger longer. I'll leave my friend,
Be sorry by myself.
Then Emble again: I must slip off
To the woods to worry.
Then Rosetta:
I want to retire
To some private place and pray to be made
A good girl.
And then Quant:
At being better than the best of my colleagues:
Walking by water, have worked out smiling
Deadly reviews. My deeds forbid me
To linger longer. I'll leave my friend,
Be sorry by myself.
Then Emble again: I must slip off
To the woods to worry.
Then Rosetta:
I want to retire
To some private place and pray to be made
A good girl.
And then Quant:
I must go away
With my terrors until I have taught them to sing.
With my terrors until I have taught them to sing.
– W.H. Auden (1944-46)