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| Roy De Maistre Still Life ca. 1922 oil on paper Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
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| Roy De Maistre New Atlantis ca. 1933 oil on canvas National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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| Roy De Maistre Interior with Mother and Child 1916 oil on canvas Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
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| Roy De Maistre Woman with a Book ca. 1930-35 pastel on paper National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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| William Dobell Woman watching a Funeral 1938 oil on board Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
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| William Dobell The Yellow Glove 1940 oil on board Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide |
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| William Dobell Sketch Portrait of Helena Rubinstein 1957 enamel on board National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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| William Dobell The Tired Lady 1969 oil on canvas Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
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| Pablo Picasso Sculpteur et son Modèle devant une Fenêtre 1933 etching National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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| Pablo Picasso Sculpteur et Modèle agenouillé 1933 etching National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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| Pablo Picasso Peintre et Modèle tricotant (illustration to Le Chef d'Oeuvre Inconnu of Balzac) 1927 etching National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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| Pablo Picasso Minotaure, Buveur et Femmes 1933 etching Queensland Art Gallery, Brisbane |
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| Bill Henson Untitled ca. 1985-86 C-print Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide |
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| Bill Henson Untitled ca. 1985-86 C-print Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
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| Bill Henson Untitled ca. 1983-84 C-print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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| Bill Henson Untitled ca. 1983-84 C-print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
The Lesson
The first time that I dreamed, we were in flight,
And fagged with running; there was civil war,
A valley full of thieves and wounded bears.
Farms blazed behind us; turning to the right,
We came at once to a tall house, its door
Wide open, waiting, for its long-lost heirs.
An elderly clerk sat on the bedroom stairs
Writing; but we had tiptoed past him when
He raised his head and stuttered – "Go away".
We wept and begged to stay:
He wiped his pince-nez, hesitated, then
Said no, he had no power to give us leave;
Our lives were not in order; we must leave.
*
The second dream began in a May wood;
We had been laughing; your blue eyes were kind,
Your excellent nakedness without disdain.
Our lips met, wishing universal good,
But, on their impact, sudden flame and wind
Fetched you away and turned me loose again
To make a focus for a wide wild plain,
Dead level and dead silent and bone dry,
Where nothing could have suffered, sinned, or grown.
On a high chair alone
I sat, a little master, asking why
The cold and solid object in my hands
Should be a human hand, one of your hands.
*
And the last dream was this: we were to go
To a great banquet and a Victory Ball
After some tournament or dangerous test.
Our cushions were of crimson velvet, so
We must have won; though there were crowns for all,
Ours were of gold, of paper all the rest.
Fair, wise or funny was each famous guest,
Love smiled at Courage over priceless glass,
And rockets died in hundreds to express
Our learned carelessness.
A band struck up; all over the green grass
A sea of paper crowns rose up to dance:
Ours were too heavy; we did not dance.
*
I woke. You were not there. But as I dressed
Anxiety turned to shame, feeling all three
Intended one rebuke. For had not each
In its own way tried to teach
My will to love you that it cannot be,
As I think, of such consequence to want
What anyone is given, if they want?
– W.H. Auden (1942)