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Dance of Death
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Dance of Death

Alternate Titles
  • Dance of Death
Artist (Mexican, 1852 - 1913)
Date1964
ClassificationsPortfolio
MediumElectrotypes (relief engravings)
Dimensions11 × 8 7/16 in.
Object number1975.090
#2 [A policeman and prostitute]
#2 [A policeman and prostitute]
José Guadalupe Posada
1964
[A drunk and his loved one]
[A drunk and his loved one]
José Guadalupe Posada
1964
#3 [A street scene]
#3 [A street scene]
José Guadalupe Posada
1964
#4 [The lovers quarrel]
#4 [The lovers quarrel]
José Guadalupe Posada
1964
57. Hallowe’en Imp. Oh! My, my! Here comes Death!/ Everyone it seizes! My luck is short!/ I don’t believe Death even spares his mother!
57. Hallowe’en Imp. Oh! My, my! Here comes Death!/ Everyone it seizes! My luck is short!/ I don’t believe Death even spares his mother!
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
21. Poetaster. Publishing my little verses;/ To raise a monument to me after death./ How affable!/ Rather, since I am alive,/ Pay your pennies now—/ That I may pay for beans.
21. Poetaster. Publishing my little verses;/ To raise a monument to me after death./ How affable!/ Rather, since I am alive,/ Pay your pennies now—/ That I may pay for beans.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
17. Epicure. The doctor— he restricts and restricts!/ In my diet I do not follow him./ After all Death is lean, not fat,/ And so cannot carry me away.
17. Epicure. The doctor— he restricts and restricts!/ In my diet I do not follow him./ After all Death is lean, not fat,/ And so cannot carry me away.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
8. Calavera of the Barber’s Razor. With dull tin-plated razor,/ Raspy as a hog’s back,/ All his customers Don Nachinto shaved and scraped./ But a Saturday came/ When swift Death/ Undesignedly changed it for me/ To a barbecue of bones.
8. Calavera of the Barber’s Razor. With dull tin-plated razor,/ Raspy as a hog’s back,/ All his customers Don Nachinto shaved and scraped./ But a Saturday came/ When swift Death/ Undesignedly changed it for me/ To a barbecue of bones.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
76. The Grim Reaper. Come! Let’s flee!/ But no one can escape;/ Death has to be, / And some go more cheaply than the rest.
76. The Grim Reaper. Come! Let’s flee!/ But no one can escape;/ Death has to be, / And some go more cheaply than the rest.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
78. Pharmacist. Is something wrong? Let us fix it!/ Don’t let is grow and not be checked.../ All, in time, can be cured. / (Shake well before using!)
78. Pharmacist. Is something wrong? Let us fix it!/ Don’t let is grow and not be checked.../ All, in time, can be cured. / (Shake well before using!)
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
80. Office-Holder. This is the naked truth:/ Milking the nation/ Has been my occupation— / Draining the budget of the state.
80. Office-Holder. This is the naked truth:/ Milking the nation/ Has been my occupation— / Draining the budget of the state.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
79. Passée. “How old-fashioned is that lady!”/ Those who see me think or say;/ But, I have much more modesty/ Than the young girls of today.
79. Passée. “How old-fashioned is that lady!”/ Those who see me think or say;/ But, I have much more modesty/ Than the young girls of today.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947