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| Ambrosius Brueghel Landscape with a River ca. 1650 oil on panel Museu Nacional de Arte Antiga, Lisbon |
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| Jan Brueghel the Elder Allegory of Earth 1611 oil on panel Musée des Beaux-Arts de Lyon |
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| Jan Brueghel the Elder Allegory of Water 1611 oil on panel Musée des Beaux-Arts de Lyon |
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| Jan Brueghel the Elder Allegory of Fire 1611 oil on panel Musée des Beaux-Arts de Lyon |
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| Jan Brueghel the Elder Allegory of Air 1611 oil on panel Musée des Beaux-Arts de Lyon |
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| Anonymous Flemish Artist Road through a Wood with a Lake 17th century oil on panel Ashmolean Museum, Oxford |
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| Jan Frans van Bloemen Landscape ca. 1690 oil on canvas Museo del Prado, Madrid |
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| Peter Paul Rubens Landscape by Moonlight ca. 1635-40 oil on panel Courtauld Gallery, London |
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| Peter Paul Rubens Milkmaids with Cattle in a Landscape ca. 1617-18 oil on panel Royal Collection, Great Britain |
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| Peter Snayers Philip IV of Spain at the Hunt ca. 1636-38 oil on canvas Museo del Prado, Madrid |
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| Peter Snayers Relief of the Siege of St Omer 1645 oil on canvas Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna |
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| Peter Snayers Battle of Vuchterheide ca. 1630-40 oil on panel National Museum, Warsaw |
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| Adam Frans van der Meulen Brigands attacking Travelers before 1690 oil on canvas private collection |
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| Jan van den Hecke the Elder Aftermath of the Battle 1653 oil on panel private collection |
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| Jan van den Hecke the Elder Shepherds and Travellers by a Triumphal Arch in the Roman Campagna 1653 oil on panel private collection |
from Campagna Picnic
When Fina held the pear against the sky
The yellow and scarlet were the sky's skin;
Light neither lion sun nor lamb star
Drifted for absent Danaë in a skein
Over the umbrella pines painted for saints
Long in basilica and properly banded;
And the mounds that are neither hills nor famous graves
Neither the eagle nor the dove attended.
No squint could find a prince plumed for a canter
Or even a finite English poet in pain:
Only the six o'clock Rapido from Naples
Skittered between the ruins and was gone.
"Really nothing is here," so Fina sighed,
Taking her teeth of Rome from the pear's yellow.
"Che fare, fare" she sang in the aqueduct shade,
Using the thermos bottle for a pillow.
– Roy Marz (1950)