Ancient Roman Culture Colossal Head of Diana 125 BC marble Penn Museum, Philadelphia |
Ancient Roman Culture Head of Augustus early 1st century AD bronze Musée d'Art Classique de Mougins |
Ancient Roman Culture Colossal Head of Asclepius AD 150-200 marble Musées d'Art et d'Histoire, Genève |
Ancient Roman Culture Head of Thucydides 2nd-1st century BC marble Royal Ontario Museum, Toronto |
Ancient Roman Culture Head of a Goddess 2nd century AD marble Museo Nacionale de Arte Romano, Mérida |
Ancient Roman Culture Head of a Youth 1st century AD bronze Musées d'Art et d'Histoire, Genève |
Ancient Roman Culture Head of Apollo 1st-2nd century AD marble Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum, Boston |
Ancient Roman Culture Head of Venus 1st-2nd century AD marble Barnes Foundation, Philadelphia |
Ancient Roman Culture Head of Dionysus 1st century BC - 1st century AD marble Ashmolean Museum, Oxford |
Ancient Roman Culture Head of a Woman 50 BC marble North Carolina Museum of Art, Raleigh |
Ancient Roman Culture Head of a Young Man AD 250-275 bronze Allard Pierson Museum, Amsterdam |
Ancient Roman Culture Head of Aeschylus 1st century AD marble North Carolina Museum of Art, Raleigh |
Ancient Roman Culture Head of a Youth AD 40-170 marble Dallas Museum of Art |
Ancient Roman Culture Head of Horse 200 BC marble North Carolina Museum of Art, Raleigh |
Ancient Roman Culture Head of Medusa 1st century BC - 1st century AD carved wooden relief Blanton Museum of Art, Austin, Texas |
Ancient Roman Culture Head of Medusa 2nd-3rd century AD mosaic panel Museu Nacional Arqueològic de Tarragona |
Brennende Liebe
Dearest love: The roses are in bloom again,
cream and rose, to either side of the brick walk.
I pass among them with my white umbrella
as the sun beats down upon the oval plots like pools
in the grass, willows and the grove
of statuary. So the days go by. Fine days
I take my tea beneath the elm
half turned, as though you were beside me saying
Flowers that could take your breath away . . .
And always on the tray
a rose, and always the sun branded on the river
and the men in summer suits, in linen, and the girls,
their skirts circled in shadow . . . Last night
I dreamed that you did not return.
Today is fair. The little maid filled a silver bowl
shaped like a swan with roses for my bedside,
with the dark red they call Brennende Liebe,
which I find so beautiful.
– Louise Glück (1975)