Flowers from Anthracite Fields by Julia Wolfe featuring Bang on a Can All-Stars & Choir of Trinity Wall Street

We all had flowers. We all had gardens.
Flowers, flowers, flowers, flowers.

Roses and lilies and violets and asters and
lilacs and tulips and dahlias and poppies and
pansies and bluebells and foxglove and
heather and larkspur and dogwood and zinnias and
lavender, irises, daffodils, peonies, crocuses, sunflowers,
hyacinth, hollyhocks, touch-me-not, baby’s breath,
azaleas, petunias, nasturtium, narcissus,
marigolds, snap dragons, sweet williams, bleeding hearts, magnolias,
chrysanthemums, wisteria, rhododendrons, geraniums, forsythia,
forget-me-not, gladiolas, portulacas, mountain laurel,
forget-me-not, forget-me-not, forget me, forget me, forget,
forget me not.

Inspired by an interview with Barbara Powell – daughter and granddaughter of coal miners, who grew up in a patch town in the Anthracite region.

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