Ode to the greek god statues at the National Museum

Hail, statues of Greek gods,
how far you have journeyed to our humid abode.
You'd better take care of your naked marbled bodies,
and mind you don't catch a cold.

In the dark recesses of our national museum,
your light shines forth.
Four out of five visitors come for you,
bypassing the relics of Farquhar and Sang Nila Utama.

One of them sighs at your high cheekbones,
praying she will find one in real life at least half Greek and a quarter God.
Another rubs his flat nose,
"It can never be as high as those," and into his hanky he blew his nose.

Posing with Keat's Ode on a Grecian urn

We have our Socratic seminars because of this guy

Head of a veiled woman. She looks sad.

The goddess Athena

Eros, the little god of love

I can't remember what this is, but it looks nice and orderly