Hepburn Poems - Poems about Hepburn

You built your house upon the mist, The sea-sigh cradled every beam, And winds like lost and wistful souls Would lean against your fevered dream. You wore the sky against your hair, The stubborn stars beneath your feet, Your laughter was a thistledown — Too wild, too swift, too fleet. In Adam’s Rib, you wove your song, A silver thread through jest and war, Bright...

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fresh faced like a sixteen-year-old debutante Audrey Hepburn, brought My Fair Lady to life I wanted her to marry Freddy only disappointment of her work not her fault stupid writers...

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The Withernwick Ramblers Skiffle Group Not exactly an enterprising name But we did however have One unique claim to fame. We accompanied Audrey Hepburn, Famous Film Star, yes that’s the one That elfin faced great actress Now so very sadly gone, The Six Five SpeciaL National Skiffle Contest The only one there’s ever been Heats at the Star Cinema Hornsea and We...

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.Tracy and Hepburn Spencer Tracy and Katherine Hepburn An affair Hollywood will always remember. From the moment their eyes met They fell in love, how we could forget. It was soon after which they surrendered Where love is concerned, not all is rendered. The love soon became an affair of the heart no one would tear them apart. In a span...

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Audrey Hepburn Cat with your 1960 ways, You give me so many reasons to live these days. I am anxious to see what next you will wear Your wardrobe is so beyond compare! You green-eyed beauty, you feminine feline you. With your elongated cigarette holder, I dream of you. If I could be half as sophisticated, I would die happy. Your pearls...

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Do you know that I was so confused as a youth that I did not know I have light, brown eyes. I just assumed mine were black as the rest of my family's eyes. Only after I was married, my wife told me that my eyes were lighter than her's. This is probably one of...

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Reflections on a photograph of Audrey Hepburn I know those eyes, that haunt my dreams and Fan my fevered imagination; they are windows Into the soul, messengers of my fate. To look within is to face oneself, and all one's fears and hopes, reflected in their laughing Twinkle, lit by their shine of understanding And compassion. Those eyes; the ghosts Of...

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