I saw her, lithe, fearless, as in a Man Ray photograph -
She washes her back in a tyrant's bath -
There's her bookplate, stars, a sky just before sunset, a giant stepping out of legend -
She's here, invisible, in this opulent lair -
I can hear her, turning pages -
14.00
Saturday 25 February
Two Temple Place
London
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