Winslow Homer Poems - Poems about Winslow Homer

...details are missing except shadows & flames drawings with colour still skip several frames I can't gaze upon faces or touch work worn hands I am not really there so I don't understand m......

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...light and dark are swallowed up I watch it play out total and utter control how can something so monstrous be so beautiful? absence of malice or kindness ......

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...The waves are restless in their testimony... a Winslow Homer portrait of shifting shapes and size. So utterly rhythmic and mighty in their ceremony as they swallow the golden shore then form to ri......

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...Illustrator Winslow Homer as a painter caused quite a stir Depicting the force of nature with sea studies so real&sure......

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...Winslow Homer of seascape fame paint ed scenes just of Mainet The epitome self-reliant Yankee in his day a household name you see......

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...With temps and the humidity No longer off the chart, We made a visit to the Met* Since we’ve been starved for art. A Winslow Homer show would soon Be packing up and so, It seemed to be the pe......

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...Sea of searching tore hope without explanation Crucified crests cascaded, crazed static fall crashing Thrown spontaneous needs, unclean situations Wayward waltz of flotsam incongruity, faith att......

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...Oh hearken the struggle, life's gossamer threads, The delicate sway of hope ... Framed by churning white of Lord Neptune's might, Faith dangles a slender rope. Wan maiden, her savior, and a......

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...John Winslow Homer Was known to be a roamer After painting The Fox Hunt He put down his brush And moved to Oklahoma......

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...Two boys in a field Just passing the afternoon Idle words spoken Aware of the song of bees The future only a dream By Winslow Homer-American Artist painted 1873 www.artdaily.org/index.asp?int_sec=2......

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...Boys in a Pasture Barefoot pals on a sunny afternoon Lazing in a field near home Bathed in quiet color The joy of doing nothing Dreaming the dreams of youth Watching the clouds drift by Wond......

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...At the end of their watch- squared up to the storm Ekphrasis Eight Bells by Winslow Homer http://www.davidrumsey.com/AMICA/amico516449-56299.html......

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