Juan Bautista Romero Still Life with Pastries, Wine and Eggs ca. 1770-90 oil on panel North Carolina Museum of Art, Raleigh |
William Scott Frying Pan and Eggs 1949 oil on canvas Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Cornelis van Spaendonck Vase of Flowers with Bird's Nest ca. 1810 oil on canvas Musée des Beaux-Arts de Carcassonne |
William Lee-Hankey The Easter Egg 1913 color aquatint British Museum |
Roger Fry Still Life: Jug and Eggs 1911 oil on panel Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide |
Robert Swain Gifford The Roc's Egg 1874 watercolor and gouache on paper (illustration to The Arabian Nights) Farnsworth Art Museum, Rockland, Maine |
Oliver Chaffee Candy Easter Eggs 1931 watercolor on paper New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut |
Ralph Moses Our March Record "blacken egg on day you have an accident" Let's have a clean one this time ca. 1930 lithograph (poster) Allard Pierson Museum, Amsterdam |
Anonymous Chinese Potters Jars ca. 1720 porcelain Newport Mansions Preservation Society, Rhode Island |
Tim Storrier Still Life with Cherries 1976 color etching National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Alison Rehfisch Oranges and Lemons ca. 1934 oil on canvas Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Vilhelm Lundstrøm Still Life with Pitchers ca. 1930 oil on canvas Kunstmuseum Brandts, Odense, Denmark |
Donald Sultan Orange 1996 lithograph, woodcut and etching National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
James Aponovich Still Life with Kumquats 1993 oil on canvas Frye Art Museum, Seattle |
Lee Guilliatt Blood Oranges in Old Compote 2005 watercolor on paper New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut |
Lee Guilliatt Potatoes 2003 watercolor on paper New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut |
Epithalamium
There were others; their bodies
were a preparation.
I have come to see it as that.
As a stream of cries.
So much pain in the world – the formless
grief of the body, whose language
is hunger –
And in the hall, the boxed roses:
what they mean
is chaos. Then begins
the terrible charity of marriage,
husband and wife
climbing the green hill in gold light
until there is no hill,
only a flat plain stopped by the sky.
Here is my hand, he said.
But that was long ago.
Here is my hand that will not harm you.
– Louise Glück (1980)