Judith Wright

(1915 - 2000 / New South Wales / Australia)

Magpies - Poem by Judith Wright

Along the road the magpies walk
with hands in pockets, left and right.
They tilt their heads, and stroll and talk.
In their well-fitted black and white.

They look like certain gentlemen
who seem most nonchalant and wise
until their meal is served - and then
what clashing beaks, what greedy eyes!

But not one man that I have heard
throws back his head in such a song
of grace and praise - no man nor bird.
Their greed is brief; their joy is long.
For each is born with such a throat
as thanks his God with every note.


Comments about Magpies by Judith Wright

  • Robert Murray Smith (7/6/2017 6:50:00 PM)


    I liked this poem. It brings out the habits of this native bird. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 27, 2010



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