Judith Wright Poems
|1.||All Things Conspire||3/27/2010|
|3.||To A Child||3/27/2010|
|7.||The Old Prison||1/1/2004|
|10.||Sonnet For Christmas||3/27/2010|
|12.||The Company Of Lovers||3/27/2010|
|13.||Failure Of Communion||3/27/2010|
|18.||Woman To Man||3/27/2010|
|22.||South Of My Days||3/27/2010|
|23.||Request To A Year||1/1/2004|
|27.||Woman To Child||3/27/2010|
|29.||Naked Girl And Mirror||3/27/2010|
The blacksmith's boy went out with a rifle
and a black dog running behind.
Cobwebs snatched at his feet,
rivers hindered him,
thorn branches caught at his eyes to make him blind
and the sky turned into an unlucky opal,
but he didn't mind.
I can break branches, I can swim rivers, I can stare out
any spider I meet,
said he to his dog and his rifle.
The blacksmith's boy went over the paddocks
with his old black hat on his head.
Mountains jumped in his way,
rocks rolled down on him,
and the old crow cried, You'll soon be dead.
And the rain came ...
All Things Conspire
All things conspire to hold me from you –
even my love,
since that would mask you and unname you
till merely woman and man we live.
All men wear arms against the rebel –
and they are wise,
since the sound world they know and stable
is eaten away by lovers’ eyes.
All things conspire to stand between us –