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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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

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