I'll leave you with the best poem of the 6 I had to write on, don't be worried if you're confused by it, my final verdict was that it was 'ambiguous', lol - still beautiful though!
For Precision
Yet I go on from day to day, betraying
the core of light, the depth of darkness –
my speech inexact, the note not right,
never quite sure what I am saying –
on the periphery of truth. Uphold me now,
pure colours, blacks, whites, bells on the central tone,
middays, midnights. I wander among cross-lights.
Let me be sure and economical as the rayed
suns, stars, flowers, wheels: let me fall as a gull, a hawk
through the confusions of foggy talk,
and pin with one irremediable stroke –
what? – the escaping wavering wandering light,
the blur, the brilliance; forming into one chord
what’s separate and distracted; making the vague hard –
catching the wraith – speaking with a pure voice,
and that the gull’s sole note like a steel nail
that driven through cloud, sky, and irrelevant seas,
joins all, gives all a meaning, makes all whole.
By Judith Wright
PS: If you're interested in a line by line analysis, let me know, lol :)
1 comment:
'ambiguous' I can see that, but beautiful none the less. So excited for you that you have finished your first one. I am sure it is brilliant.
Alas I am not writing but trying to pack a house that I can not yet pack.LOL
talk soon
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