Gwen Harwood

(8 June 1920 – 4 December 1995 / Taringa, Queensland)

The Wound - Poem by Gwen Harwood

The tenth day, and they give
my mirror back. Who knows
how to drink pain, and live?
I look, and the glass shows
the truth, fine as a hair,
of the scalpel's wounding care.

A round reproach to all
that's warped, uncertain, clouded,
the sun climbs. On the wall,
by the racked body shrouded
in pain, is a shadow thrown;
simple, unchanged, my own.

Body, on whom the claims
of spirit fall to inspire
and terrify, there flames
at your least breath a fire
of anguish, not for this pain,
but that scars will remain.

You will be loved no less.
Spirit can build, make shift
with what there is, and press
pain to its mould; will lift
from your crucible of night
a form dripping with light.

Felix culpa. The sun
lights in my flesh the great
wound of the world. What's done
is done. In man's estate
let my flawed wholeness prove
the art and scope of love.


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  • Lyn Paul (3/2/2015 5:01:00 AM)


    So beautifully expressed by Gwen and wonderful to see an Australian in the Top 500 poets. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 20, 2012



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