Waterhouse Poems - Poems about Waterhouse

she was a ramshackle, eyesore of a house Uneven, unsymmetrical, with a plethora of problems One bright red door made the rest of this mess glaringly sad And yet, there was a whimsical feeling about this place Something uplifting, exciting, and promising my soul felt this as my mind was scrambling to figure out why She was an unorthodox, maniacal, ramshackle...

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John William Waterhouse His Ophelia* not his spouse but was Esther an artist in her day exhibiting also at the R&A...

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It’s not that I am languid, more that I am chagrined. So disappointed to be met by this dreadful north wind. I am on my way to see him, and I will look so disheveled. I am convinced the god Boreas is inclined to be bedeviled. They say I have a porcelain face and that I never smile. This is...

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John William Waterhouse Esther Kenworthy became his spouse Both artists of some renown living& working in London town...

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I love images beautifully painted by this man, inspired by life, poems, mythology, infused with bright colors. I admire his style. British artist, born in Rome. Love his art. _____________________ November 23, 2015 Nonet For the contest, Favorite Painter, sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron First Place...

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In blue moonlight where Lady Ophelia drifts the whispered streams in winter's beauty, her eyes reflecting starlight vaguely float and fade quietly to grey. As the breeze kisses her soft white breasts, she sighs a zephyr to carry her to sleeping worlds where soporific trees roam the joyful earth and a goddess dreams. The curve of her cherry lips that still the...

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