Judith Wright Poems
|3.||Sonnet For Christmas||3/27/2010|
|5.||All Things Conspire||3/27/2010|
|8.||To A Child||3/27/2010|
|11.||Failure Of Communion||3/27/2010|
|15.||The Company Of Lovers||3/27/2010|
|16.||Woman To Man||3/27/2010|
|18.||South Of My Days||3/27/2010|
|23.||Request To A Year||1/1/2004|
|24.||Naked Girl And Mirror||3/27/2010|
|26.||Woman To Child||3/27/2010|
|29.||The Old Prison||1/1/2004|
Comments about Judith Wright
He thrust his joy against the weight of the sea;
climbed through, slid under those long banks of
(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, ...
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.