Calder Poems - Poems about Calder

...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 she would sit and brood about a mortal man ‘It’s ......

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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 sequ......

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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 enjoyed going to school and was doing really well Mom sang my pr......

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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 – A film of “Calder’s Cir......

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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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...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 would be over. It all began so well Meeting an old colleague ......

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...Dear Me…                             Today my thoughts are about you, only you!                                                                     Many years have passed … many hustling days, ......

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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 a black jaw, Smelling of Millionaires against your sto......

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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 this building stood alone at Faraday se......

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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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...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 Ca......

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...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......

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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 she would sit and brood about a mortal man ‘It’s not all......

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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. My actions are not my own, a story, I've stitched, I......

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