Judith Wright Poems

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,
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Now my five senses
gather into a meaning
all acts, all presences;
and as a lily gathers
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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.
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The blacksmith's boy went out with a rifle
and a black dog running behind.
Cobwebs snatched at his feet,
rivers hindered him,
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The eyeless labourer in the night,
the selfless, shapeless seed I hold,
builds for its resurrection day---
silent and swift and deep from sight
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What is the space between,
enclosing us in one
united person, yet
dividing each alone.
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Along the road the magpies walk
with hands in pockets, left and right.
They tilt their heads, and stroll and talk.
In their well-fitted black and white.
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The moon drained white by day
lifts from the hill
where the old pear-tree fallen in storm
springs up in blossom still.
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He thrust his joy against the weight of the sea;
climbed through, slid under those long banks of
foam--
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The day was clear as fire,
the birds sang frail as glass,
when thirsty I came to the creek
and fell by its side in the grass.
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