Modigliani Poems - Poems about Modigliani

... “le livre bleu” Terabytes. lonely poets, writers, musicians and artists play here, they wear masks that cover vermillion dripping smiles over sharp little wolverine te......

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... "Modigliani Morning" her external motor, brash, she was more New York than Paris, but then, Rome was inside her speaking words passionately like Modigliani (LadyLa......

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... “Her Ever Changing Moods, the Rapture Reprising” Lavender seduces symmetry in her ever changing moods slips into something more comfortable a swollen tangerine sky m......

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...stretch artist, A. Modigliani amplifies sketching curvilinear bodies, weak eyes his far-fetching figures still mystify us despite his premature death to meningitis. May 10, 2022......

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...Modigliani a brief life but intense TB was to be his prophetic sense Death coming to him at thirty-five his giftings dead&no more alive......

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... "Heart" Deep fissures formed in the cracks of the nowhere place where time leeched bleeding claret through the green veined blues protean bit by bit the flesh ......

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...Amedo Modigliani interpreter of neck&face painted&sculpted with good grace On his death wife Jeanne lost all hope jumped from a window,for she could not cope......

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...Modigliani had a unique style simple & characterised without guile an oval face and elongated neck * peculiar & sans a reality check *http://www.amedeomodigliani.net/portrait-of-jeanne-hebutern......

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... “Where is the Lover?” Where is your Lover? He is in your smile where he kissed you when you were fast asleep bodies pressed into burning hea......

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... "Sugar Land" Nine chains linked Six silver sextants measure their distance to Styx Two hands unwritten hold the Bee Keys tight in a gu......

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... "Purgatory is a Poem" Words are the pieces in a game we play shadow and light hidden from day poets are nocturnal in nature, stasis, keen......

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...Her beauty will be known for all the ages, Deserving of its story in these pages. A fathomless flame in eternity rages. A rhapsody is her name sung by Angels. Silken hair matching the suns gold......

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... "Triomphant" Mea Culpa Latin two words a wrong turn move forwards Lux......

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... "The Golden Chord" I have stories caterwauling to be told, I will caste them out there no matter how bold. They will not drown, they’ll survive soaked to the bone, transfigured ......

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...Michelangelo,Goya -Vermeer Gaugin,Basquiat -Picasso Turner,Lautrec -Caravaggio Warhol,Pollock ......

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