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Glassed with cold sleep and dazzled by the moon,out of the confused hammering dark of the trainI looked and saw under the moon's cold sheetyour delicate dry breasts, country that built my heart;and the small trees on their uncoloured slopelike poetry moved, articulate and sharpand purposeful under the great dry flight of air,under the crosswise currents of wind and star.
Clench down your strength, box-tree and ironbark.
Break with your violent root the virgin rock.
Draw from the flying dark its breath of dewtill the unliving come to life in you.
Be over the blind rock a skin of sense,under the barren height a slender dance...
I woke and saw the dark small trees that burnsuddenly into flowers more lovely that the white moon.
Judith Wright
Judith Arundell Wright (31 May 1915 – 25 June 2000) was an Australian poet, environmentalist and campaigner for Aboriginal land rights. She was
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