There we stood in the drizzle of trefoil, key-like petals of arches
touching our skin,
our shirts wet with magnificence.
I can take no more, for fear I crumble
under the oval grace,
for fear I’m crushed
by the Lion’s shade.
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Griffin trustee @JoShapcott presents the 2018 #GriffinPoetry Lifetime Recognition Award to Ana Blandiana of Romania https://t.co/nbD8FSE...
An original drawing by Tatiana here --> The ballet lesson.
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