Judith Wright

(1915 - 2000 / New South Wales / Australia)

Judith Wright Poems

1. Sonnet 3/27/2010
2. Egrets 3/27/2010
3. Sonnet For Christmas 3/27/2010
4. Turning Fifty 3/27/2010
5. All Things Conspire 3/27/2010
6. The Trains 3/27/2010
7. Northern River 3/27/2010
8. To A Child 3/27/2010
9. Trapped Dingo 3/27/2010
10. The Bull 3/27/2010
11. Failure Of Communion 3/27/2010
12. Bullocky 3/27/2010
13. Late Spring 3/27/2010
14. Lyrebirds 3/27/2010
15. The Company Of Lovers 3/27/2010
16. Woman To Man 3/27/2010
17. Drought Year 3/27/2010
18. South Of My Days 3/27/2010
19. The Sisters 3/27/2010
20. Metho Drinker 3/27/2010
21. Magpies 3/27/2010
22. Five Senses 3/27/2010
23. Request To A Year 1/1/2004
24. Naked Girl And Mirror 3/27/2010
25. The Killer 3/27/2010
26. Woman To Child 3/27/2010
27. Train Journey 3/27/2010
28. Bora Ring 3/27/2010
29. The Old Prison 1/1/2004
30. Blue Arab 3/27/2010
31. Legend 3/27/2010
32. The Surfer 3/27/2010

Comments about Judith Wright

  • haresh (2/8/2018 9:13:00 AM)

    hunting snake is also there...

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  • 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...

  • Stephen Digby (9/1/2007 2:13:00 AM)

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

Best Poem of Judith Wright

The Surfer

He thrust his joy against the weight of the sea;
climbed through, slid under those long banks of
foam--
(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, ...

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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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