Judith Wright Poems
- Request To A Year If the year is meditating a suitable gift, ...
- The Old Prison The rows of cells are unroofed, a flute for ...
- Five Senses Now my five senses gather into a meaning all ...
- Legend The blacksmith's boy went out with a rifle and a ...
- Magpies Along the road the magpies walk with hands in ...
- The Company Of Lovers We meet and part now over all the ...
- Metho Drinker Under the death of winter's leaves he lies who...
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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Request To A Year
If the year is meditating a suitable gift,
I should like it to be the attitude
of my great- great- grandmother,
legendary devotee of the arts,
who having eight children
and little opportunity for painting pictures,
sat one day on a high rock
beside a river in Switzerland
and from a difficult distance viewed
her second son, balanced on a small ice flow,drift down the current toward a waterfall
that struck rock bottom eighty feet below,
while her second daughter, impeded,
no doubt, by the petticoats of the day,
stretched out a ...