Judith Wright Poems
|3.||Sonnet For Christmas||3/27/2010|
|5.||All Things Conspire||3/27/2010|
|8.||To A Child||3/27/2010|
|11.||Failure Of Communion||3/27/2010|
|15.||The Company Of Lovers||3/27/2010|
|16.||Woman To Man||3/27/2010|
|18.||South Of My Days||3/27/2010|
|23.||Request To A Year||1/1/2004|
|24.||Naked Girl And Mirror||3/27/2010|
|26.||Woman To Child||3/27/2010|
|29.||The Old Prison||1/1/2004|
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, ...
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 –