Judith Wright Poems
|6.||All Things Conspire||3/27/2010|
|11.||Woman To Child||3/27/2010|
|13.||To A Child||3/27/2010|
|17.||Naked Girl And Mirror||3/27/2010|
|18.||Sonnet For Christmas||3/27/2010|
|19.||Failure Of Communion||3/27/2010|
|20.||The Company Of Lovers||3/27/2010|
|24.||Woman To Man||3/27/2010|
|26.||South Of My Days||3/27/2010|
|31.||The Old Prison||1/1/2004|
|32.||Request To A Year||1/1/2004|
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 ...
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