Jeffrey Smart Alma Mahler feeding the Birds 1967-68 oil on canvas Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Jeffrey Smart The Surfers, Bondi 1963 oil on board Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Jeffrey Smart Playground at Mondragone 1998 oil on canvas Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Jeffrey Smart Playground, Piraeus 1969-70 acrylic on canvas National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
David Moore Barn Door, Finland 1975 C-print Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
David Moore Christmas Day Swim, the Serpentine ca. 1955 gelatin silver print Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide |
David Moore Lifesavers, Manly ca. 1960 gelatin silver print Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
David Moore Russian Oarsmen, Henley-on-Thames ca. 1955 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Frank Stella La Penna Di Hu 1988 etching, screenprint, stencil and color woodblock print, with oil stick National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Frank Stella Hark! 1989 hand-colored linocut, lithograph and screenprint National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Frank Stella Monstrous Pictures of Whales 1993 lithograph, etching, aquatint and screenprint National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Frank Stella The Fountain 1992 woodcut, etching, aquatint, screenprint, drypoint and collage National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Léon Bakst Costume for Le Dieu Bleu (Ballets Russes) ca. 1912 silk National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Léon Bakst Costume for Corps de Ballet (Ballets Russes) 1909 silk and cotton National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Léon Bakst Costume for Brigand (Ballets Russes) ca. 1912 wool and cotton National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Léon Bakst Cloak for Brigand (Ballets Russes) ca. 1912 wool and cotton National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Nursery Rhyme
Their learned kings bent down to chat with frogs;
This was until the Battle of the Bogs.
The key that opens is the key that rusts.
This was until the Battle of the Bogs.
The key that opens is the key that rusts.
Their cheerful kings made toffee on their stoves;
This was until the Rotting of the Loaves.
The robins vanish when the ravens come.
That was before the coaches reached the bogs;
Now woolly bears pursue the spotted dogs.
A witch can make an ogre out of mud.
The woolly bears have polished off the dogs;
Our bowls of milk are full of drowning frogs.
The robins vanish when the ravens come.
The blinded bears have rooted up the groves;
Our poisoned milk boils over on our stoves.
The key that opens is the key that rusts.
– W.H. Auden (1947)