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| Robert Cottingham Tattoo 1971 oil on canvas Guggenheim Museum, New York |
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| Robert Cottingham Orph 1972 lithograph Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Robert Cottingham Money 1972 acrylic on paper Whitney Museum of American Art, New York |
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| Robert Cottingham Everybody's Book Shop 1975 lithograph Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Robert Cottingham Radios 1977 oil on linen Whitney Museum of American Art, New York |
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| Robert Cottingham Candy 1979 acrylic on paper Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Robert Cottingham Candy 1979 oil on canvas Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Robert Cottingham Keen Kottons 1980 acrylic on paper Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Robert Cottingham Patte's 1980 lithograph Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Robert Cottingham The Spot 1982 lithograph Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Robert Cottingham Candy 1984 pochoir Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Robert Cottingham Nite 1985 drawing Dallas Museum of Art |
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| Harvey Stein Robert Cottingham in the Studio 1986 gelatin silver print Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Robert Cottingham Barber Shop 1989 lithograph Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Robert Cottingham Women Girls 2000 color etching Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Robert Cottingham Component XXVI 2007 relief print Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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| Robert Cottingham Component XXVIII 2007 relief print Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
from The Summer People
On our New England coast was once
A village white and neat
With Greek Revival houses,
Sailboats, a fishing fleet,
Two churches and two liquor stores,
An Inn, a Gourmet Shoppe,
A library, a pharmacy,
Trains passed but did not stop.
Gold Street was rich in neon,
Main Street in rustling trees
Untouched as yet by hurricanes
And the Dutch elm disease.
On Main the summer people
Took deep-rooted ease –
A leaf turned red, to town they'd head.
On Gold lived the Portuguese
Whose forebears had manned whalers.
Two years from the Azores
Saw you with ten gold dollars
Upon these fabled shores.
– James Merrill (1969)