Donato Creti Astronomical Observations - Mars 1711 oil on canvas Pinacoteca Vaticana, Rome |
Edmund Joseph Sullivan Mars at the Telephone 1901 drawing (print study) Morgan Library, New York |
Louis-Jean-François Lagrenée Bellona presenting Mars with the Reins of his Horses 1766 oil on canvas Princeton University Art Museum |
Carlo Lasinio after Raphael Mars ca. 1810 engraving Harvard Art Museums |
Nicolas Guinier Mars battling the Constellation Centaurus 1601 bronze medallion National Gallery of Art, Washington DC |
Hans Weiditz Mars ca. 1520 woodcut Ashmolean Museum, Oxford |
Anonymous Roman Artist Mars ca. 1620 oil on canvas Museum of Fine Arts, Budapest |
Master of 1515 Mars bound and blindfolded by Cupid ca, 1515-20 drypoint Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna |
Jan van Bijlert Mars bound by Amoretti ca. 1650 oil on canvas Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia |
Agostino Carracci after Jacopo Tintoretto Minerva protecting Peace and Abundance from Mars 1589 engraving Art Institute of Chicago |
Lucas van Leyden Mars, Venus and Cupid 1530 engraving Ashmolean Museum, Oxford |
Ernest-Louis Lessieux Mars ca. 1890 lithographic postcard Museum of Fine Arts, Boston |
Chelsea Porcelain Manufactory Mars ca. 1755 porcelain Museum of Fine Arts, Boston |
Jan Saenredam after Hendrik Goltzius Mars presiding over the Art of War 1596 engraving Kunstmuseum, Basel |
Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres Mars 1864 oil on canvas Kunstmuseum, Basel |
Antonio Ricciani after Antonio Canova Napoleon as the God Mars ca. 1810 etching and engraving Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna |
from Mars
A "seeing night" astronomers would say,
No moon, no mist, a cold tranquillity.
Mars now makes its slow triumphant way
Above the trees, their colours struck, a fee
Of oaks, leaf-legions dead upon the field;
Mars now strides through ruin and defeat.
Bright minister of war, red ant,
Are you assured your carnage is complete?
I recognize those faces on your shield;
Before you, even love must yield:
Your tactic? Feigned retreat. Your orbit? Aberrant.
You double back, a tiger on its spoor,
Your unsuspecting hunters now the prey.
Their dogs are frenzied by the warm allure
Of cunning bait. Your killing's play,
And men no less than dogs are savaged so.
I see you through bare branches now, alone;
Napoleon reviewing Austerlitz,
Alaric reeling through the streets of Rome.
Wherever men have been there is that glow;
Indian jungle or Siberian snow –
Your light recoils through evil transits.
– Patrick White (1976)