Judith Wright Poems
|3.||All Things Conspire||3/27/2010|
|8.||Niggers Leap, New England||3/27/2010|
|9.||To A Child||3/27/2010|
|12.||Woman To Man||3/27/2010|
|16.||Woman To Child||3/27/2010|
|18.||Naked Girl And Mirror||3/27/2010|
|23.||South Of My Days||3/27/2010|
|24.||Sonnet For Christmas||3/27/2010|
|26.||Failure Of Communion||3/27/2010|
|29.||The Company Of Lovers||3/27/2010|
|32.||Request To A Year||1/1/2004|
|33.||The Old Prison||1/1/2004|
The Old Prison
The rows of cells are unroofed,
a flute for the wind's mouth,
who comes with a breath of ice
from the blue caves of the south.
O dark and fierce day:
the wind like an angry bee
hunts for the black honey
in the pits of the hollow sea.
Waves of shadow wash
the empty shell bone-bare,
and like a bone it sings
a bitter song of air.
Who built and laboured here?
The wind and the sea say
-Their cold nest is broken
and they are blown away-
They did not breed nor love,
each in his cell alone
cried as the wind now ...
All Things Conspire
All things conspire to hold me from you –
even my love,
since that would mask you and unname you
till merely woman and man we live.
All men wear arms against the rebel –
and they are wise,
since the sound world they know and stable
is eaten away by lovers’ eyes.
All things conspire to stand between us –