Judith Wright

(1915 - 2000 / New South Wales / Australia)

Woman To Man - Poem by Judith Wright

The eyeless labourer in the night,
the selfless, shapeless seed I hold,
builds for its resurrection day---
silent and swift and deep from sight
foresees the unimagined light.

This is no child with a child's face;
this has no name to name it by;
yet you and I have known it well.
This is our hunter and our chase,
the third who lay in our embrace.

This is the strength that your arm knows,
the arc of flesh that is my breast,
the precise crystals of our eyes.
This is the blood's wild tree that grows
the intricate and folded rose.

This is the maker and the made;
this is the question and reply;
the blind head butting at the dark,
the blaze of light along the blade.
Oh hold me, for I am afraid.

Comments about Woman To Man by Judith Wright

  • Gold Star - 9,403 Points Charity Nduhiu (9/2/2015 4:29:00 AM)

    Oh hold me, for I am afraid. I have liked this woman to man poem. Keep up Judith (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 40 Points Ray Schreiber (7/4/2013 3:25:00 PM)

    In this poem, as in many of her others, Judith Wright praises
    that which physically exists while sharing the greater reality that
    lives behind the curtain she pulls aside for us. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 27, 2010

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