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This poem is taken from PN Review 228, Volume 42 Number 4, March - April 2016.

Two Poems Judith Willson
Keys, lightly touched

Three pieces from György Kurtág’s piano work ‘Games’

Flowers We Are, Mere Flowers...
(...embracing sounds)

at the bridge we joined hands

we walked until they [  . . .  ]

we were not permitted to cross

and at the bridge they [  . . .  ]

and at the bridge we [  . . .  ]

at the bridge we joined hands
we lay in the meadow grass

Perpetuum mobile (objet trouvé)

when yellow leaves blow round the statues
                       where girls in a playground run singing
                                   green branch green branch the gold gate is open

when vines are set fire on a hillside

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