Giotto God the Father with Angels ca. 1328-35 tempera on panel (altarpiece fragment) San Diego Museum of Art |
Anonymous Mexican Artist Salvator Mundi 18th century painted wood Denver Art Museum |
Giampietrino Salvator Mundi before 1540 tempera on panel Pushkin Museum, Moscow |
Quentin Massys and workshop Salvator Mundi ca. 1500-1510 oil on panel North Carolina Museum of Art, Raleigh |
Fernando Gallego Salvator Mundi ca. 1500 mixed media on panel Museo del Prado, Madrid |
workshop of Giovanni Bellini Christ Blessing ca. 1500 oil on panel National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa |
Benedetto Diana Christ Blessing ca. 1500 oil on panel Lowe Art Museum, University of Miami |
attributed to Girolamo Romanino Christ Blessing ca. 1510-20 oil on panel Museum of Art and Archaeology, Columbia, Missouri |
Anonymous Ecuadorian Artist Angel 18th century painted wood, glass, silver alloy Denver Art Museum |
Anonymous European Artist Guardian Angel 17th century oil on copper Agnes Etherington Art Centre, Kingston, Ontario |
Jean-Charles Cazin Tobias and the Angel 1880 oil on canvas Palais des Beaux-Arts de Lille |
Giovanni di Paolo St Clare saving Child from Wolves ca. 1435-40 tempera on panel Museum of Fine Arts, Houston |
Giovanni di Paolo St Nicolas of Tolentino saving the Shipwrecked 1457 tempera on panel Philadelphia Museum of Art |
Giuseppe Sacchi King David interceding with God the Father for Plague Victims ca. 1660 oil on canvas Musée des Beaux-Arts de Carcassonne |
Michel-François Dandré-Bardon St James interceding with the Virgin for Souls in Purgatory 1752 oil on canvas (modello for altarpiece) Musée Magnin, Dijon |
Filippino Lippi Christ and the Virgin interceding with God the Father ca. 1495 oil on panel Alte Pinakothek, Munich |
The White Rose
This is the earth? Then
I don't belong here.
Who are you in the lighted window,
shadowed now by the flickering leaves
of the wayfarer tree?
Can you survive when I won't last
beyond the first summer?
All night the slender branches of the tree
shift and rustle at the bright window.
Explain my life to me, you who make no sign,
though I call out to you in the night:
I am not like you. I have only
my body for a voice; I can't
disappear into silence –
And in the cold morning
over the dark surface of the earth
echoes of my voice drift,
whiteness steadily absorbed into darkness
as though you were making a sign after all
to convince me you too couldn't survive here
or to show me you are not the light I called to
but the blackness behind it.
– Louise Glück (1992)