Judith Wright Poems
- The Surfer He thrust his joy against the weight of the ...
- Legend The blacksmith's boy went out with a rifle and a ...
- Blue Arab The small blue Arab stallion dances on the ...
- The Old Prison The rows of cells are unroofed, a flute for ...
- Bora Ring The song is gone; the dance is secret with the ...
- Train Journey Glassed with cold sleep and dazzled by the ...
- Woman To Child You who were darkness warmed my flesh where ...
Judith Wright was a prolific Australian poet, critic, and short-story writer, who published more than 50 books. Wright was also an uncompromising environmentalist and social activist campaigning for Aboriginal land rights. She believed that the poet should be concerned with national and social problems. At the age of 85, just before her death, she attended in Canberra at a march for reconciliation with Aboriginal people.
Rhyme, my old cymbal,
I don't clash you as often,
or trust your old promises
music and unison.
I used to love Keats, Blake;
now I try haiku
for its honed brevities,
its inclusive ... more »
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He thrust his joy against the weight of the sea;
climbed through, slid under those long banks of
(hawthorn hedges in spring, thorns in the face stinging).
How his brown strength drove through the hollow and coil
of green-through weirs of water!
Muscle of arm thrust down long muscle of water;
and swimming so, went out of sight
where mortal, masterful, frail, the gulls went wheeling
in air as he in water, with delight.
Turn home, the sun goes down; swimmer, turn home.
Last leaf of gold vanishes from the sea-curve.
Take the big roller’s shoulder, ...