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MEYERS, Bruce bust at Montana State University - Billings (formerly Eastern MT College) in Billings Montana
by Andy Schoneberg
Bronze by Andy Schoneberg (Sculptor)
Address: North 27th St & Rimrock RdMSU Billings - south side of Liberal Arts Bldg Nearest Metro: N/A ()
Smithsonian Art Inventories Catalog: Control number MT000265 (dcMem ID #6612)
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Shown with Gandalf
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Last Class
Seeds are floating from the cottonwoods
And the wind is up. All around us,
Poets gather on grass, the air carries
White puffs. We read each others words
Wondering is this as close as we'll come
To the flight of clouds? Or is this
What flying means -- sitting in Spring,
Our bodies full of birds and grass and words
Wondering as cottonwoods whisper at our ears?
I do not know the word for this vision
This congregation of poet bodies, poet words
Beneath this tree. But just this once,
This single sunlit singing afternoon,
Love will do.
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Newton's Toes Imagination sighed in Newton's toes Fluttered languid in the grass Beneath the tree. Rain Was on the corn some days, But how it got there wasn't clear. It was a mystery, like corn And then a breeze came up. An apple struck his peaceful head And wiped the smile away He watched as corn rose madly. Water sought its level, Rain prepared to fall as ever. His feet were dumbstruck As imagination held its breath And rode the rapids To his head, the very bone The apple struck. He rose Enlightened too excited to be sad, Surveyed the land And that was gravity. 0006000/06612_0010003859.jpg |
Gandalf a Christmas poem for Christine, 1991 What would he look like If he went to heaven? Maybe a little whiter, to reflect the casting - off of all those bits of dark pain he gathered on his rounds he probably wouldn't even remember the creature locked in the garage, the wild face at the small square window, the terror of the growls. Maybe a little smaller, a little younger, just because that's how heaven is. Maybe always sitting calm, face upturned, waiting for God or you. Maybe that's what gandy'd look like if he went to heaven Free, poised, waiting for a voice to call his name. 0006000/06612_0010003869.jpg |
