Legend (Judith Wright Poems)
The blacksmith's boy went out with a rifleand a black dog running behind.Cobwebs snatched at his feet,rivers hindered him,thorn branches ...
The blacksmith's boy went out with a rifleand a black dog running behind.Cobwebs snatched at his feet,rivers hindered him,thorn branches ...
This is not I. I had no body once-only what served my need to laugh and runand stare at stars ...
The eastward spurs tip backward from the sun.Nights runs an obscure tide round cape and bayand beats with boats of ...
Beside his heavy-shouldered teamthirsty with drought and chilled with rain,he weathered all the striding yearstill they ran widdershins in his ...
When summer days grow harshmy thoughts return to my river,fed by white mountain springs,beloved of the shy bird, the bellbird,whose ...
He thrust his joy against the weight of the sea;climbed through, slid under those long banks offoam—-(hawthorn hedges in spring, ...
So here, twisted in steel, and spoiled with redyour sunlight hide, smelling of death and fear,they crushed out your throat ...
The day was clear as fire,the birds sang frail as glass,when thirsty I came to the creekand fell by its ...
Tunnelling through the night, the trains passin a splendour of power, with a sound like thundershaking the orchards, wakingthe young ...
When I was a child I sawa burning bird in a tree.I see became I am,I am became I see.In ...
In the vine-shadows on the veranda;under the yellow leaves, in the cooling sun,sit two sisters. Their slow voices runlike little ...
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 ...
Under the death of winter's leaves he lieswho cried to Nothing and the terrible nightto be his home and bread. ...
Having known war and peaceand loss and finding,I drink my coffee and waitfor the sun to rise,With kitchen swept, cat ...
You who were darkness warmed my fleshwhere out of darkness rose the seed.Then all a world I made in me;all ...
Glassed with cold sleep and dazzled by the moon,out of the confused hammering dark of the trainI looked and saw ...
The eyeless labourer in the night,the selfless, shapeless seed I hold,builds for its resurrection day---silent and swift and deep from ...
That time of drought the embered airburned to the roots of timber and grass.The crackling lime-scrub would not bearand Mooni ...
In the olive darkness of the sally-treessilently moved the air from night to day.The summer-grass was thick with honey daisieswhere ...
Now let the draughtsman of my eyes be donemarking the line of petal and of hill.Let the long commentary of ...
We meet and part now over all the world;we, the lost company,take hands together in the night, forgetthe night in ...
I saw our golden years on a black gale,our time of love spilt in the furious dust."O we are winter-caught, ...
The song is gone; the danceis secret with the dancers in the earth,the ritual useless, and the tribal storylost in ...
Along the road the magpies walkwith hands in pockets, left and right.They tilt their heads, and stroll and talk.In their ...
Now my five sensesgather into a meaningall acts, all presences;and as a lily gathersthe elements together,in me this dark and ...
Once as I travelled through a quiet evening,I saw a pool, jet-black and mirror-still.Beyond, the slender paperbarks stood crowding;each on ...
All things conspire to hold me from you -even my love,since that would mask you and unname youtill merely woman ...
The moon drained white by daylifts from the hillwhere the old pear-tree fallen in stormsprings up in blossom still.Women believe ...
The small blue Arab stallion dances on the hilllike a glancing breaker, like a storm rearing in the sky,In his ...
What is the space between,enclosing us in oneunited person, yetdividing each alone.Frail bridges cross from eyeto eye, from flesh to ...
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