Anonymous Photographer Les Papillons (Covent Garden Russian Ballet Production) 1938 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Anonymous Photographer Les Sylphides (Irina Baronova and Serge Grigoriev) 1938 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Anonymous Photographer Les Sylphides (Tania Riabouchinskaya) 1938 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Anonymous Photographer Le Coq d'Or (Tania Riabouchinskaya) 1938 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Anonymous Photographer Le Coq d'Or (Tania Riabouchinskaya) 1938 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Auguste Bert Vaslav Nijinsky as The Bluebird 1909 gelatin silver print National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Auguste Bert Vaslav Nijinsky in Le Spectre de la Rose 1913 photogravure National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Auguste Bert Vaslav Nijinsky in Scheherazade 1910 photogravure National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
Edward Calvert The Cider Feast ca. 1830 wood-engraving National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa |
Antonio Canova Dancer ca. 1818-22 marble statue (second version) National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa |
Clodion Bacchante with Infant Satyr 1774 terracotta relief Fitzwilliam Museum, Cambridge |
Francisco Iturrino Women dancing in a Ring ca. 1916-18 oil on canvas Museo de Bellas Artes de Bilbao |
Laura Knight Grecian Dancer no. 1 (Pavlova) 1923 etching and aquatint Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Carlo Leonetti Anna Pavlova 1924 gelatin silver print Delaware Art Museum, Wilmington |
Justin McCarthy Rachmaninoff Concerto - Ice Capades 1962-63 oil on panel Art Museums of Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia |
Anonymous French Maker Pointe Shoes ca. 1830 satin, leather, linen Musées d'Art et d'Histoire, Genève |
from The Garden
The garden admires you.
For your sake it smears itself with green pigment,
the ecstatic reds of the roses,
so that you will come to it with your lovers.
And the willows –
see how it has shaped these green
tents of silence. Yet
there is still something you need,
your body so soft, so alive, among the stone animals.
Admit that it is terrible to be like them,
beyond harm.
– Louise Glück (1980)