Judith Wright White Poems

  • 1.
    So here, twisted in steel, and spoiled with red
    your sunlight hide, smelling of death and fear,
    they crushed out your throat the terrible song
    you sang in the dark ranges. With what crying
    ...
  • 2.
    Tunnelling through the night, the trains pass
    in a splendour of power, with a sound like thunder
    shaking the orchards, waking
    the young from a dream, scattering like glass
    ...
  • 3.
    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 its own white image looked its fill,
    ...
  • 4.
    When summer days grow harsh
    my thoughts return to my river,
    fed by white mountain springs,
    beloved of the shy bird, the bellbird,
    ...
  • 5.
    When I was a child I saw
    a burning bird in a tree.
    I see became I am,
    I am became I see.
    ...
  • 6.
    The moon drained white by day
    lifts from the hill
    where the old pear-tree fallen in storm
    springs up in blossom still.
    ...
  • 7.
    Glassed with cold sleep and dazzled by the moon,
    out of the confused hammering dark of the train
    I looked and saw under the moon's cold sheet
    your delicate dry breasts, country that built my heart;
    ...
  • 8.
    Under the death of winter's leaves he lies
    who cried to Nothing and the terrible night
    to be his home and bread. 'O take from me
    the weight and waterfall ceaseless Time
    ...
  • 9.
    Along the road the magpies walk
    with hands in pockets, left and right.
    They tilt their heads, and stroll and talk.
    In their well-fitted black and white.
    ...
Total 9 White Poems by Judith Wright

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