Daphne Grant

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The Ballet - Poem by Daphne Grant

Round and round the dresses swirling
Arms now waving, as the scene mind
fed only begins to fulfil a dream
Tchaikovski planted there.
The Waltz of the flowers,
The music rises in happy expectation
The crescendo loudly crashes,
The dance is over.
The ballroom clears,
I am back in my living room.
The swirling dervish.

Daphne Grant
March 2006
From remembered experience of playing Tchaikovski at My London Road Flat


Comments about The Ballet by Daphne Grant

  • Melvina Germain (5/20/2007 11:43:00 AM)


    You must have closed your eyes for a moment, to take in the beauty of the ballet. A treasured poem indeed, love it.--Melvina-- (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 20, 2006



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