English - The Bullocky (1 Viewer)

[buttercupjuice]

HEy anyone has a ccopy of Judith Wright's poem The Bullocky ? or if they know where i can find it NOW ? on the internet ?

thx

 

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I think this should be it:

Beside his heavy-shouldered team
thirsty with drought and chilled with rain,
he weathered all the striding years
till they ran widdershins in his brain:

Till the long solitary tracks
etched deeper with each lurching load
were populous before his eyes,
and fiends and angels used this road.

All the long straining journey grew
a mad apocalyptic dream,
and he old Moses, and the slaves
his suffering and stubborn team.

Then in his evening camp beneath
the half-light pillars of the trees
he filled the steepled cone of night
with shouted prayers and prophecies.

While past the campfire's crimson ring
the star struck darkness cupped him round.
and centuries of cattle-bells
rang with their sweet uneasy sound.

Grass is across the wagon-tracks,
and plough strikes bone across the grass,
and vineyards cover all the slopes
where the dead teams were used to pass.

O vine, grows close upon that bone
and hold it with your rooted hand.
The prophet Moses feeds the grape,
and fruitful is the Promised Land.

 

[buttercupjuice]

ZOMG I LOVE YOU .

but are you sure thats it ?

 

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Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's it. You can check yourself here.