Judith Wright

Judith Wright

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Woman To Man

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The eyeless labourer in the night,the selfless, shapeless seed I hold,builds for its resurrection day---silent and swift and deep from sightforesees the unimagined light
This is no child with a child's face;this has no name to name it by;yet ...
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Sonnet For Christmas

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I saw our golden years on a black gale,our time of love spilt in the furious dust
"O we are winter-caught, and we must fail,"said the dark dream, "and time is overcast
"-And woke into the night; but you were there,and...
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Failure of Communion

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What is the space between, enclosing us in one united person, yet dividing each alone
Frail bridges cross from eye to eye, from flesh to flesh, from word to word: the net is gapped at every mesh, and this each human knows: however close our t...
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Niggers Leap New England

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The eastward spurs tip backward from the sun
Nights runs an obscure tide round cape and bayand beats with boats of cloud up from the seaagainst this sheer and limelit granite head
Swallow the spine of range; be dark
O lonely air
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Five Senses

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Now my five sensesgather into a meaningall acts, all presences;and as a lily gathersthe elements together,in me this dark and shining,that stillness and that moving,these shapes that spring from nothing,become a rhythm that dances,a pure design
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Magpies

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Along the road the magpies walkwith 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 wiseuntil their meal ...
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Lyrebirds

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Over the west side of the mountain, that’s lyrebird country
I could go down there, they say, in the early morning, and I’d see them,
I’d hear them
Ten years, and I have never gone
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Late Spring

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The moon drained white by day lifts from the hill where the old pear-tree fallen in storm springs up in blossom still
Women believe in the moon: this branch I hold is not more white and still than she whose flower is ages old, and so I carry ...
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South Of My Days

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South of my days' circle, part of my blood's country,rises that tableland, high delicate outlineof bony slopes wincing under the winter,low trees, blue-leaved and olive, outcropping granite-clean, lean, hungry country
The creek's leaf-silence...
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Woman To Child

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You who were darkness warmed my flesh where out of darkness rose the seed
Then all a world I made in me; all the world you hear and see hung upon my dreaming blood
There moved the multitudinous stars, and coloured birds and fishes moved<...
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