Judith Wright Poems
|1.||All Things Conspire||3/27/2010|
|7.||Failure Of Communion||3/27/2010|
|14.||Naked Girl And Mirror||3/27/2010|
|16.||Request To A Year||1/1/2004|
|18.||Sonnet For Christmas||3/27/2010|
|19.||South Of My Days||3/27/2010|
|21.||The Company Of Lovers||3/27/2010|
|23.||The Old Prison||1/1/2004|
|27.||To A Child||3/27/2010|
|31.||Woman To Child||3/27/2010|
|32.||Woman To Man||3/27/2010|
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, ...
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.