Judith Wright

Judith Wright Biography

Judith Arundell Wright (31 May 1915 – 25 June 2000) was an Australian poet, environmentalist and campaigner for Aboriginal land rights.
Judith Wright was born in Armidale, New South Wales. The eldest child of Phillip Wright and his first wife, Ethel, she spent most of her formative years in Brisbane and Sydney. Wright was of Cornish ancestry. Afte ...

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Chenai Radnedge 17 September 2007

Why don't u have 'The Sanctuary' by Judith Wright? ? ? kinda dissapointing... It is a good poem, i had to read it as an english assignment for class... Poetry isn't really my thing but 'The Sanctuary' and 'The Surfer' by Judith Wright really caught my attention...

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Stephen Digby 01 September 2007

How do I add poems to Judith Wright's collection?

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haresh 08 February 2018

hunting snake is also a poem which is written by her...isn't it? ? ...

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Angello Deionno 04 June 2019

Her poetry is truly something. Every single one of her poems make me feel some type of way.10/10 poet.

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haresh 08 February 2018

hunting snake is also there...

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Andrew Bekinson 01 June 2020

She is a shocking poet. Listen to a real poet -Kanye West

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The Best Poem Of Judith Wright

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 last-hope alpenstock
(which luckily later caught him on his way).

Nothing, it was evident, could be done;
And with the artist's isolating eye
My great-great-grandmother hastily sketched the scene.
The sketch survives to prove the story by.

Year, if you have no Mother's day present planned,
Reach back and bring me the firmness of her hand.

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