Jack Delano Second-Hand Plumbing Store, Brockton, Mass. 1940 dye transfer print San Diego Museum of Art |
Jack Delano Barker at Vermont State Fair, Rutland 1941 dye transfer print San Diego Museum of Art |
Dorrit Black The Wool Quilt Makers 1940-41 color linocut Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide |
Emmy Lou Packard Frida's Dresser in Coyoacán My Face reflected on Mirror 1941 platinum print Crocker Art Museum, Sacramento, California |
Olive Cotton City Rooftops 1942 gelatin silver print Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
John Perceval Shearer shearing 1942 drawing National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Henry Koerner Save Waste Fats for Explosives 1943 lithograph (poster) Delaware Art Museum, Wilmington |
Fred Leist 1943 painted in 1943 oil on board Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Harry Mayerovitch I was a victim of Careless Talk 1943 offset print (poster) Musée National des Beaux-Arts du Québec |
Harry Mayerovitch 1944 - Year of Decision 1944 offset print (poster) Musée National des Beaux-Arts du Québec |
James Bingham Next! - Japan - 6th War Loan 1944 lithograph (poster) Delaware Art Museum, Wilmington |
Keith Vaughan A Worker 1945 drawing Beaverbrook Art Gallery, Fredericton, New Brunswick |
Ruth Bernhard Eighth Street Movie Theater, New York Frederick Kiesler, Architect 1946 gelatin silver print San Jose Museum of Art, California |
Wolfgang Sievers French Fashion Models at Geiger's Shop, Collins Street, Melbourne 1946 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Noel Rooke Flowers of Marsh and Stream by Iolo Williams 1946 offset print and letterpress (Penguin book cover) National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Peter Blake Conversation 1948 lithograph National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Swans
You were both quiet, looking out over the water.
It was not now; it was years ago,
before you were married.
The sky above the sea had turned
the odd pale peach color of early evening
from which the sea withdrew, bearing
its carved boats: your bodies were like that.
But her face was raised to you,
against the dull waves, simplified
by passion. Then you raised your hand
and from beyond the frame of the dream
swans came to settle on the scaled water.
The sea lay mild as a pool. At its edge,
you faced her, saying
These are yours to keep. The horizon burned,
releasing its withheld light.
And then I woke. But for days
when I tried to imagine you leaving your wife
I saw her motionless before your gift:
always the swans glide unmenacing across
the rigid blue of the Pacific Ocean, then rise
in a single wave, pure white and devouring.
– Louise Glück (1980)