Judith Wright

(1915 - 2000 / New South Wales / Australia)

Lyrebirds - Poem by Judith Wright

Over the west side of the mountain,
that’s lyrebird country.
I could go down there, they say, in the early morning,
and I’d see them, I’d hear them.

Ten years, and I have never gone.
I’ll never go.
I’ll never see the lyrebirds -
the few, the shy, the fabulous,
the dying poets.

I should see them, if I lay there in the dew:
first a single movement
like a waterdrop falling, then stillness,
then a brown head, brown eyes,
a splendid bird, bearing
like a crest the symbol of his art,
the high symmetrical shape of the perfect lyre.
I should hear that master practising his art.

No, I have never gone.
Some things ought to be left secret, alone;
some things – birds like walking fables –
ought to inhabit nowhere but the reverence of the

Comments about Lyrebirds by Judith Wright

  • (12/3/2017 7:33:00 PM)

    Great forbearance Judith and without the hassle they cause if they live next door (Report) Reply

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  • Robert Murray Smith (7/6/2017 6:48:00 PM)

    This poem is quite good equating poets with Lyrebirds. (Report) Reply

  • Robert Murray Smith (7/6/2017 6:48:00 PM)

    This poet is quite good equating poets with Lyrebirds. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 27, 2010

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