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| Adolph Gottlieb Pictograph ca. 1941-46 linocut Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Adolph Gottlieb The Sea Chest 1942 oil on canvas Guggenheim Museum, New York |
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| Adolph Gottlieb Sleep Mask 1945 tempera on paper Guggenheim Museum, New York |
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| Adolph Gottlieb Augury 1945 oil on canvas Guggenheim Museum, New York |
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| Adolph Gottlieb Vigil 1948 oil on canvas Whitney Museum of American Art, New York |
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| Adolph Gottlieb The Seer 1950 oil on canvas Phillips Collection, Washington DC |
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| Adolph Gottlieb Blue at Noon 1955 oil on canvas Walker Art Center, Minneapolis |
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| Adolph Gottlieb Artist inside Landscape 1956 oil and casein on canvas Whitney Museum of American Art, New York |
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| Adolph Gottlieb The Crest 1959 oil on canvas Whitney Museum of American Art, New York |
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| Adolph Gottlieb Trio 1960 oil on canvas Walker Art Center, Minneapolis |
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| Adolph Gottlieb Excalibur 1963 oil on linen Whitney Museum of American Art, New York |
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| Adolph Gottlieb Equinox 1963 oil on canvas Phillips Collection, Washington DC |
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| Adolph Gottlieb Green Ground Blue Disc 1966 screenprint Dallas Museum of Art |
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| Adolph Gottlieb Red Ground Maroon Disc 1966 screenprint Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Adolph Gottlieb White Ground Red Disc 1966 screenprint Amon Carter Museum of Art, Fort Worth, Texas |
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| Adolph Gottlieb Blue Halo 1967 screenprint Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Adolph Gottlieb Untitled 1969 screenprint Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
Crossroads
My body, now that we will not be traveling together much longer
I begin to feel a new tenderness toward you, very raw and unfamiliar,
like what I remember of love when I was young –
love that was so often foolish in its objectives
but never in its choices, its intensities.
Too much demanded in advance, too much that could not be promised –
My soul has been so fearful, so violent:
forgive its brutality.
As though it were that soul, my hand moves over you cautiously,
not wishing to give offence
but eager, finally, to achieve expression as substance:
it is not the earth I will miss,
it is you I will miss.
– Louise Glück (2009)