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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.
Memory of Mondrian
Light of Italy
Green of Greece
Written in 1976, on the day Hepworth's Garden first opened to the public...