
I remember reading Judith Wright's poems when I was in primary school. Borrowing her books of Australian poetry from the local library, my mother encouraged me to read Judith's works and I am glad I did. Growing up in the same towns as I have, in Brisbane and Sydney, Judith really got Australian values. Her connection to the land and its' people was intertwined through her writing. She tackled issues of Ingigenous people and early settlers and beautifully wrote of the unique Australian flora and fauna. Learning Australian history and how our country became the Australia we know today was made all the more real by reading Judith's poems. Judith became an ambassador for the conservation of the Great Barrier Reef and Fraser Island, and she was involved with Aboriginal land rights.
Judith's infinitely strong character produced equally powerful poems, and her passion for Australia and its conservation was an inspiration to me and many others.
My favourite is Woman to Man.
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 from sight
foresees the unimagined light.
This is no child with a child's face;
this has no name to name it by;
yet you and I have known it well.
This is our hunter and our chase,
the third who lay in our embrace.
This is the strength that your arm knows,
the arc of flesh that is my breast,
the precise crystals of our eyes.
This is the blood's wild tree that grows
the intricate and folded rose.
This is the maker and the made;
this is the question and reply;
the blind head butting at the dark,
the blaze of light along the blade.
Oh hold me, for I am afraid.
By Judith Wright