“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. Swallow the spine of range; be… — Judith Wright Copy Share Image
Soft addictions are an alluring, seductive aspect of our culture - they are easy to attain and socially acceptable, they are even encouraged in… — Judith Wright Copy Share Image
We've observed that people who stall in their personal growth work often have counterproductive soft addictions that stand in their way of growth and… — Judith Wright Copy Share Image
“Two Songs For The World's End I Bombs ripen on the leafless tree under which the children play. And there my darling all alone… — Judith Wright Copy Share Image
That impulse I think is a form of love. Poetry is something that comes to you, rather than your having to work out its… — Judith Wright Copy Share Image
“The eastward spurs tip backward from the sun. Nights runs an obscure tide round cape and bay and beats with boats of cloud up… — Judith Wright Copy Share Image
This is the blood's wild tree that grows the intricate and folded rose — Judith Wright Copy Share Image
Wisdom can see the red, the rose, the stained and sculptured curve of grey, the charcoal scars of fire, and see around that living… — Judith Wright Copy Share Image
When not deeply engaged in creative activities, or numbed by the TV, I felt empty and hungry. My heart hurt... I often felt hollow… — Judith Wright Copy Share Image
Love is a very important part of life, and you have to give in to it. But after a while it ceases to be… — Judith Wright Copy Share Image
When not deeply engaged in creative activities, or numbed out by the TV, I felt empty. My heart hurt. I often felt hollow or… — Judith Wright Copy Share Image
“I saw our golden years on a black gale, our time of love spilt in the furious dust. "O we are winter-caught, and we… — Judith Wright Copy Share Image
“Now my five senses gather into a meaning all acts, all presences; and as a lily gathers the elements together, in me this dark… — Judith Wright Copy Share Image
