Best Calder Poems

Cirque Calder Family

Lonely this
My restless paint blobs
Absorbing precious air
Risking dehydration
Moisture deprived patience
Waiting atop my platform
Resting precariously upon cut wire
And tapered metal sheets
Awaiting tomorrow's work load

Master...

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Alexander Calder
on of a scuptor pa & painter mother
Deceptively simple & sans guile
were his installation so mobile...

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KINETICISTA 
mobile
 gyrations
  in patterns
of light
&hadow
in
elaborate
   assemblages
reflecting
change
   with
         moving
effect
in
random
  moments
of
 ever-changing
sequence...

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I was born and raised in a little town by the name of Calder
That was just twenty miles south of the Canadian border
As a boy I...

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Young Mirran lived in Calder wood
all of her spells were for the good
in helping out where e’er she could
But Mirran had a plan
And oft times...

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Dear Me…

                             Today my thoughts are about you, only you!
   ...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s Courbet: Elegy 8 by T. Wignesan

Blanches oeuvres ouvertes
résident dans les jours
la surface du banc de travail est noire
les géraniums-lierres
les fougères et...

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We used to go to museums – 
	frequently – 
There were favorite artists:
	Picasso
		Matisse
			Giacometti (especially Giacometti)
	Henry Moore (never passed up a Henry Moore)
		deKooning
			Calder
	Oldenburg
Oh, yes, and Francis...

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Little did I realise when I swung
Into the car park at Calder Glen
That by the end of that week in August 2009
My days of teaching...

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My distraught, the thought, has lost a battle unforgot. 
I take, I give, the very words I live.
I've done, The sun, outrunning the only one....

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another mind trip
a dreamy trek in fancy
adrift on downhill memory lane
leaning on the old high gate of
Strawberry Hill nursing home
Waiting for the Penny Lane tram
To...

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Visited the Whitney*
For the Hoppers – what a treat!
A gathering of works with which
Few artists can compete.

Yet in a separate little room
A different treasure lay...

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There’s a bluestone building near the Calder, east of Castlemaine,
One hundred yards back off the highway, beyond a tree filled lane. 
For one hundred years...

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In a bare field
hidden behind dense brush
There's a spot where people
cunningly come, dumping

their oversized trash.
Somehow word got out
years ago:
    mattresses, appliances, 
...

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May mornings turned a blue iris white with the sight of petaled plates on your stubble.

By surprise they appeared as a dawn shadow, thick on...

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