Grace Cossington Smith’s Harbour Bridge

Grace Cossington Smith, Grace Cossington Smith,
Your name is yet one to be conjuring with.
You painted the Bridge well before it was finished
And still the excitement remains undiminished,
Your patchwork of pigments enhancing its myth.

Grace Cossington Smith, Grace Cossington Smith,
Your skill was the essence, the fulcrum and pith
Of all that we love about classical art
Embracing the modern and making it part
Of the total adventure that starts in the heart.

Grace Cossington Smith, Grace Cossington Smith,
Your moniker honours your kin and your kith.
The studies you made of the Bridge uncompleted
Add up to a triumph that can’t be repeated:
The lattice-work elements reach for each other
Like Damon and Pythias, brother to brother,
Imprinting the sky with the future before it
Was certain, and you were the one who foresaw it.
The polychrome grains of our grey megalith –
You put them together, Grace Cossington Smith.