Hopper

Edward Hopper
Study of Acrobat
ca. 1899
graphite and gouache on paper
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Edward Hopper
Portrait of a Young Man
1905
oil on canvas
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Edward Hopper
Soir Bleu
1914
oil on canvas
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Edward Hopper
Elizabeth Griffiths Smith Hopper, the Artist's Mother
ca. 1915-16
oil on canvas
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Edward Hopper
Study of Smoker
ca. 1917-20
graphite, watercolor and gouache on paper
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Edward Hopper
New York Interior
ca. 1921
oil on canvas
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Edward Hopper
Hat on Etching Press
ca. 1925
drawing
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Edward Hopper
City Roofs
1932
oil on canvas
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Edward Hopper
Ryder's House
1933
oil on canvas
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Edward Hopper
House on Pamet River
1934
watercolor on paper
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Edward Hopper
Study of Jo Hopper reading
ca. 1934-35
drawing
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Edward Hopper
Study for Pennsylvania Coal Town
1947
drawing
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Edward Hopper
Seven A.M.
1948
oil on canvas
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Edward Hopper
Study for Conference at Night
1949
drawing
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Edward Hopper
Cape Cod Morning
1950
oil on canvas
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Edward Hopper
Study for Morning Sun
1952
drawing
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Edward Hopper
Study for City Sunlight
1954
drawing
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Edward Hopper
Study for City Sunlight
1954
drawing
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

from About the Phoenix

The first sleep here is the sleep fraught

As never before with densities, plume, oak,

Black water, a blind flapping. And you wake

Unburdened, look about for friends – but O

Could not even the underworld forego

The publishing of omens, naively?

Nothing requires you to make sense of them

And yet you shiver from the dim clay shore,

Gazing. There in the lake, four rows of stilts

Rise, a first trace of culture, shy at dawn

Though blackened as if forces long confined

Had smouldered and blazed forth. In the museum

You draw back lest the relics of those days 

– A battered egg cup and a boat with feet –

Have lost their glamour. They have not. The guide

Fairly exudes his tale of godless hordes

Sweeping like clockwork over Switzerland,

Till what had been your very blood ticks out

Voluptuous homilies. Ah, how well one might,

If it were less than a matter of life and death,

Traffic in strong prescriptions, "live" and "die"!

But couldn't the point about the phoenix

Be not agony or resurrection, rather

A mortal lull that followed either,

During which flames expired as they should,

And dawn, discovering ashes not yet stirred,

Buildings in rain, but set on rock,

Beggar and sparrow entertaining one another,

Showed me your face, for that moment neither

Alive nor dead, but turned in sleep

Away from whatever waited to be endured?

– James Merrill (1959)