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Legend By Judith Wright

Legend The blacksmith’s boy went out with a rifle and a black dog running behind. Cobwebs snatched at his feet, rivers hindered him, thorn branches…

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Train Journey By Judith Wright

Train Journey Glassed with cold sleep and dazzled by the moon, out of the confused hammering dark of the train I looked and saw under…

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The Trains By Judith Wright

The Trains Tunnelling through the night, the trains pass in a splendour of power, with a sound like thunder shaking the orchards, waking the young…

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Late Spring By Judith Wright

Late Spring The moon drained white by day lifts from the hill where the old pear-tree fallen in storm springs up in blossom still. Women…

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Turning Fifty By Judith Wright

Turning Fifty Having known war and peace and loss and finding, I drink my coffee and wait for the sun to rise, With kitchen swept,…

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The Bull By Judith Wright

The Bull In the olive darkness of the sally-trees silently moved the air from night to day. The summer-grass was thick with honey daisies where…

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Metho Drinker By Judith Wright

Metho Drinker Under the death of winter’s leaves he lies who cried to Nothing and the terrible night to be his home and bread. ‘O…

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Woman To Man By Judith Wright

Woman To Man The eyeless labourer in the night, the selfless, shapeless seed I hold, builds for its resurrection day— silent and swift and deep…

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Sonnet For Christmas By Judith Wright

Sonnet For Christmas I saw our golden years on a black gale, our time of love spilt in the furious dust. ‘O we are winter-caught,…

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Five Senses By Judith Wright

Five Senses Now my five senses gather into a meaning all acts, all presences; and as a lily gathers the elements together, in me this…

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