Judith Wright

(1915 - 2000 / New South Wales / Australia)

Comments about Judith Wright

  • Dr Peter Lim (9/13/2018 3:47:00 AM)

    I am reading SOUTH OF MY DAYS, a bio on JW by Veronica Brady. I like the sincerity, warmth and humanity of her poems- she carried her messages across most impressively- without affectation or falsely elevated emotions- she was a poet of the people just as Wordsworth was- there's an echo of Walt Whitman and Emily Dickinson's I think. I shall be reading more poems of hers. I live in Melb- music and poetry are my passions

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  • Hello (6/20/2018 10:05:00 PM)

    You are just as wired as I am

  • hello is my friend from school (6/20/2018 10:00:00 PM)

    She is just being weird don't worried about her

  • Hello (6/20/2018 9:57:00 PM)

    Goody two shoes

  • NAHTE (6/8/2018 7:36:00 PM)

    Does anyone know when Moving South was published, or what collection it was publishded apart of?

  • yjgtfdsa (5/29/2018 8:10:00 PM)

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  • haresh (2/8/2018 9:13:00 AM)

    hunting snake is also there...

  • haresh (2/8/2018 9:11:00 AM)

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

  • Chenai Radnedge (9/17/2007 5:40:00 AM)

    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...

Best Poem of Judith Wright

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 ...

Read the full of The Old Prison

Bora Ring

The song is gone; the dance
is secret with the dancers in the earth,
the ritual useless, and the tribal story
lost in an alien tale.

Only the grass stands up
to mark the dancing-ring; the apple-gums
posture and mime a past corroboree,
murmur a broken chant.

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