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| Max Ernst Le Couple 1923 oil on canvas Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam |
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| Max Ernst The Wood 1927 oil on canvas National Museum of Wales, Cardiff |
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| Max Ernst A Sunny Afternoon in 1913 1957 oil on canvas Norfolk Museums |
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| Max Ernst La Joie de Vivre 1936 oil on canvas Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art, Edinburgh |
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| Konrad Eberhard Portrait of Empress Maria Theresa of Austria 1811 marble Walhalla Monument, Regensberg |
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| Konrad Eberhard Cupid and the Muse 1812 marble Neue Pinakothek, Munich |
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| Konrad Eberhard Profile Portrait of Anna Boos ca. 1805 alabaster relief in marble surround Bode Museum, Berlin |
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| Konrad Eberhard Tomb of Princess Josepha Caroline of Bavaria 1821-25 marble Theatine Church, Munich |
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| Jacob Epstein Wounded Soldier (Private Brush) 1918 drawing Art Institute of Chicago |
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| Jacob Epstein Woman and Child ca. 1925-30 drawing Phillips Collection, Washington DC |
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| Jacob Epstein Side by Side ca. 1928 drawing Art Institute of Chicago |
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| Jacob Epstein Sunita Reclining ca. 1930 watercolor on paper Agnes Etherington Art Centre, Kingston, Ontario |
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| Henri Fantin-Latour Roses de Nice on a Table 1882 oil on canvas National Gallery of Art, Washington DC |
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| Henri Fantin-Latour Still Life 1866 oil on canvas National Gallery of Art, Washington DC |
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| Henri Fantin-Latour Portrait of Madame la duchesse de Fitz-James 1867 oil on canvas National Gallery of Art, Washington DC |
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| Henri Fantin-Latour Self Portrait 1861 oil on canvas National Gallery of Art, Washington DC |
Labor Day
It's a year exactly since my father died.
Last year was hot. At the funeral, people talked about the weather.
How hot it was for September. How unseasonable.
This year, it's cold.
There's just us now, the immediate family.
In the flower beds,
shreds of bronze, of copper.
Out front, my sister's daughter rides her bicycle
the way she did last year,
up and down the sidewalk. What she wants is
to make time pass.
While to the rest of us
a whole lifetime is nothing.
One day, you're a blond boy with a tooth missing;
the next, an old man gasping for air.
It comes to nothing, really, hardly
a moment on earth.
Not a sentence, but a breath, a caesura.
– Louise Glück (1990)