Judith Wright

(1915 - 2000 / New South Wales / Australia)

Sonnet - Poem by Judith Wright

Now let the draughtsman of my eyes be done
marking the line of petal and of hill.
Let the long commentary of the brain
be silent. Evening and the earth are one,
and bird and tree are simple and stand still.
Now, fragile heart swung in your webs of vein,
and perilous self won hardly out of clay,
gather the harvest of last light, and reap
the luminous fields of sunset for your bread.
Blurs the laborious focus of the day
and shadow brims the hillside slow as sleep.
Here is the word that, when all words are said,
shall compass more than speech. The sun is gone;
draws on the night at last; the dream draws on.

Comments about Sonnet by Judith Wright

  • Robert Murray Smith (7/6/2017 7:01:00 PM)

    I didn't like this poem at all. A sonnet of no substance. (Report) Reply

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  • (7/6/2017 5:31:00 AM)

    fragile heart swung in the webs of vein.and perilous self won hardly(not won completely) out of clay of daily labour perhaps, (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 27, 2010

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