Judith Wright Wind Poems

  • 1.
    The small blue Arab stallion dances on the hill
    like a glancing breaker, like a storm rearing in the sky,
    In his prick-ears,the wind, that wanderer and spy,
    sings of the dunes of Arabia, lion-coloured still.
    ...
  • 2.
    The eastward spurs tip backward from the sun.
    Nights runs an obscure tide round cape and bay
    and beats with boats of cloud up from the sea
    against this sheer and limelit granite head.
    ...
  • 3.
    In the vine-shadows on the veranda;
    under the yellow leaves, in the cooling sun,
    sit two sisters. Their slow voices run
    like little winter creeks, dwindled by frost and wind,
    ...
  • 4.
    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;
    ...
  • 5.
    He thrust his joy against the weight of the sea;
    climbed through, slid under those long banks of
    foam--
    (hawthorn hedges in spring, thorns in the face stinging).
    ...
  • 6.
    The day was clear as fire,
    the birds sang frail as glass,
    when thirsty I came to the creek
    and fell by its side in the grass.
    ...
  • 7.
    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 he, a curled god, a red Jupiter,
    ...
  • 8.
    The rows of cells are unroofed,
    a flute for the wind's mouth,
    who comes with a breath of ice
    from the blue caves of the south.
    ...
Total 8 Wind Poems by Judith Wright

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