Wyeth Poems - Poems about Wyeth

“Art is the medium by which a person, having experienced an emotion, intentionally transmits it to others” – Leo Tolstoy A bleak monotonous landscape, Had been her outlook for years. She so vehemently longed to escape. The young woman fought back tears. Christina’s world was internment. Trapped in a body with muscles decaying. Poor dear lacked discernment, Her will to walk, her spirit...

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A drybrush tempora- producing white out Tribute to Andrew Wyeth (1917-2009)...

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Wyeth Wyeth He cut a rug Wyeth Wyeth He smoke all drug Wyeth Wyeth Need a hug Wyeth Wyeth Stoke the nug Wyeth Wyeth He is so cool Wyeth Wyeth Never cruel Wyeth Wyeth He go in pool Wyeth Wyeth McDaniels rules...

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Andrew Newell Wyeth the artist An American realist painter Choice subjects were local land And people around him His art reflects plight A father's hold Keeping him Very Close Andrew Newell Wyeth-July 12, 1917-January 16, 2009. His art has an emotional pull that seems to draw me in. Inspired by Nayda Ivette Negron's contest favorite painter....

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He called them the great men Thoreau, Goethe, Emerson, Tolstoy Yet even as a child, I discovered Wyeth's greatness “Christina’s World” called to me fascinated child, as mama shopped Christina’s painting intrigued me for hours Blind neighbor, his inspiration Christina was lying in a field of wheat Saleslady explained her sad life Glorified only in Wyeth's detailed, brilliant strokes Staring at her so long at...

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Artist Andrew Wyeth Quite a comical man One day he painted his neighbor's portrait But only his old work boots portrayed...

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