HEPWORTH'S GARDEN 

Her garden 

a green cathedral 

peopled with strange presences. 

Primeaval stirrings amongst the palm trees,

the cherry blossom seen 

through a bronze eye of mystery,

A great stillness…a great unrest. 

Comfort and question  

in one enigmatic smile. 

Sparrow sounds are not just sparrow sounds 

gulls cries, more than gulls cries, 

the church bell, a bronze gong 

echoed in every corner. 

Fan Palm 

Woman Form 

Blue Cineraria 

Memory of Mondrian 

Light of Italy 

Green of Greece 

Fan Palm 

Woman Form 

Written in 1976, on the day Hepworth's Garden first opened to the public...