Judith Wright

(1915 - 2000 / New South Wales / Australia)

Bora Ring - Poem by Judith Wright

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.

The hunter is gone; the spear
is splintered underground; the painted bodies
a dream the world breathed sleeping and forgot.
The nomad feet are still.

Only the rider's heart
halts at a sightless shadow, an unsaid word
that fastens in the blood of the ancient curse,
the fear as old as Cain.

Comments about Bora Ring by Judith Wright

  • (4/3/2017 7:38:00 AM)

    Studying this poem was about as enjoyable as taking a razor blade to my chest and carving the whole script of cars 2 onto my chest (Report) Reply

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  • (10/26/2016 9:09:00 PM)

    This poem is a very very very I want to neck my self poem
    This shows no skill of rhythms at all
    I would prefer to watch the intro of dora which at least makes some sense.
    I recommend taking it down and re-thinking a life profession.
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    (4/3/2017 7:35:00 AM)

    you are gay and fat

  • (10/26/2016 9:04:00 PM)

    this makes me laugh!
    hahahahahahahahahaahhaaha! ! !
    This is the worst poem i have ever read
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    (4/3/2017 7:39:00 AM)

    probs the only thing you've ever read you illiterate fuq

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 27, 2010

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