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Слушать(AI)The Bull
In the olive darkness of the sally-treessilently moved the air from night to day.
The summer-grass was thick with honey daisieswhere he, a curled god, a red Jupiter,heavy with power among his women lay.
But summer's bubble-sound of sweet creek-waterdwindles and is silent, the seeding grassesgrow harsh, and wind and frost in the black salliesroughen the sleek-haired slopes.
Seek him out, then,the angry god betrayed, whose godhead passes,and down the hillsides drive him from his mob.
What enemy steals his strength - what rival stealshis mastered cows?
His thunders powerless,the red storm of his body shrunk with fear,runs the great bull, the dogs upon his heels.
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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