Poems by Judith Wright
Bora Ring
... the dance is secret with the dancers in the earth, ...
Late Spring
... where the old pear-tree fallen in storm ...
Blue Arab
... like a glancing breaker, like a storm rearing in the sky, ...
Niggers Leap, New England
... And there they lie that were ourselves writ strange ...
The Killer
... He has slipped from his death aside ...
Lyrebirds
... I could go down there, they say, in the early morning, ...
To a Child
... and the voice of the early thrush ...
The Trains
... since blood's red thread still binds us fast in history ...
Woman To Child
... that nurtures still your crescent cell ...
Naked Girl And Mirror
... though I shall always resent your dumb and fruitful years ...
Sonnet
... Here is the word that, when all words are said, ...
Five Senses
... these shapes that spring from nothing, ...
Sonnet For Christmas
... while in the knot of earth that root lies warm ...
Woman To Man
... This is the strength that your arm knows, ...
Bullocky
... thirsty with drought and chilled with rain, ...
