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My life closed twice before its close It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive As these that twice befell. Parting is all we know of heaven, And all we need of hell. Emily Dickinson
My life closed twice before its close— It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive As these that twice befell. Parting is all we know of heaven, And all we need of hell. Emily Dickinson PHILIP HANSON My life closed twice before its close (Dickinson) 2016 Oil on canvas 28 x 28 in. 71.1 x 71.1 cm JCG8319
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ELYSIUM is as far as to The very nearest room, If in that room a friend await Felicity or doom. What fortitude the soul contains, That it can so endure The accent of a coming foot, The opening of a door! Emily Dickinson PHILIP HANSON What fortitude the Soul contains (Dickinson) 2015 Oil on canvas 25 1/4 x 25 1/4 in. JCG8253
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The Sick Rose O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm, That lies in the night In the howling storm: Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. William Blake PHILIP HANSON O Rose thou art sick (Blake) 2014 Oil on canvas 25 1/4 x 25 1/4 in. 64.1 x 64.1 cm JCG8252
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ELYSIUM is as far as to The very nearest room, If in that room a friend await Felicity or doom. What fortitude the soul contains, That it can so endure The accent of a coming foot, The opening of a door! Emily Dickinson PHILIP HANSON What fortitude the Soul contains (Dickinson) 2015 Oil on canvas 18 x 18 in. 45.7 x 45.7 cm JCG8251
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I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of God— And then—the List is done— But, looking back—the First so seems To Comprehend the Whole— The Others look a needless Show— So I write—Poets—All— Their Summer—lasts a Solid Year— They can aford a Sun The East—would deem extravagant— And if the Further Heaven— Be Beautiful as they prepare For Those who worship Them— It is too dificult a Grace— To justify the Dream— Emily Dickinson PHILIP HANSON I reckon when I count it all (Dickinson) 2015 Oil on canvas 20 x 20 in. JCG8320
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The Sick Rose O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm, That lies in the night In the howling storm: Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. William Blake PHILIP HANSON O Rose thou art sick (Blake) 2015 Oil on canvas 18 x 18 in. 45.7 x 45.7 cm JCG8155
533 West 26 St New York NY 10001 291 Grand St New York NY 10002 212 714 9500 jamescohan.com
The Sick Rose O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm, That lies in the night In the howling storm: Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. William Blake PHILIP HANSON O Rose thou art sick (Blake) 2016 Oil on canvas 33 3/4 x 33 3/4 in. 85.7 x 85.7 cm JCG8318
533 West 26 St New York NY 10001 291 Grand St New York NY 10002 212 714 9500 jamescohan.com
The Sick Rose O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm, That lies in the night In the howling storm: Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. William Blake PHILIP HANSON O Rose thou art sick (Blake) 2015 Oil on canvas 25 1/4 x 25 1/4 in. 64.1 x 64.1 cm JCG8250
533 West 26 St New York NY 10001 291 Grand St New York NY 10002 212 714 9500 jamescohan.com
I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of God— And then—the List is done— But, looking back—the First so seems To Comprehend the Whole— The Others look a needless Show— So I write—Poets—All— Their Summer—lasts a Solid Year— They can aford a Sun The East—would deem extravagant— And if the Further Heaven— Be Beautiful as they prepare For Those who worship Them— It is too dificult a Grace— To justify the Dream— Emily Dickinson PHILIP HANSON I reckon when I count it all (Dickinson) 2015 Oil on canvas 34 x 34 in. 86.4 x 86.4 cm JCG8255
533 West 26 St New York NY 10001 291 Grand St New York NY 10002 212 714 9500 jamescohan.com
ELYSIUM is as far as to The very nearest room, If in that room a friend await Felicity or doom. What fortitude the soul contains, That it can so endure The accent of a coming foot, The opening of a door! Emily Dickinson PHILIP HANSON What fortitude the Soul contains (Dickinson) 2015 Oil on canvas 84 3/4 x 84 3/4 in. 215.3 x 215.3 cm JCG8152
533 West 26 St New York NY 10001 291 Grand St New York NY 10002 212 714 9500 jamescohan.com
I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of God— And then—the List is done— But, looking back—the First so seems To Comprehend the Whole— The Others look a needless Show— So I write—Poets—All— Their Summer—lasts a Solid Year— They can aford a Sun The East—would deem extravagant— And if the Further Heaven— Be Beautiful as they prepare For Those who worship Them— It is too dificult a Grace— To justify the Dream— Emily DIckinson PHILIP HANSON I reckon when I count it all (Dickinson) 2014 Oil on canvas 42 1/4 x 42 1/4 in. 107.3 x 107.3 cm JCG8247
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The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will lame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil; And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod. And for all this, nature is never spent; There lives the dearest freshness deep down things; And though the last lights of the black West went Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs — Because the Holy Ghost over the bent World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings. Gerard Manley Hopkins PHILIP HANSON The World is Charged With the Glory of God 2010 Oil on canvas 30 x 30 in. 76.2 x 76.2 cm JCG8235
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I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know! How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog – To tell one’s name – the livelong June – To an admiring Bog! Emily Dickinson PHILIP HANSON I’m nobody! Who are you? (Dickinson) 2014 Oil on canvas 60 1/8 x 48 1/8 in. 152.7 x 122.2 cm JCG8248
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I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of God— And then—the List is done— But, looking back—the First so seems To Comprehend the Whole— The Others look a needless Show— So I write—Poets—All— Their Summer—lasts a Solid Year— They can aford a Sun The East—would deem extravagant— And if the Further Heaven— Be Beautiful as they prepare For Those who worship Them— It is too dificult a Grace— To justify the Dream— Emily DIckinson PHILIP HANSON I reckon when I count it all (Dickinson) 2015 Oil on canvas 42 1/4 x 42 1/4 in. 107.3 x 107.3 cm JCG8256
533 West 26 St New York NY 10001 291 Grand St New York NY 10002 212 714 9500 jamescohan.com