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, ...
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