Autumn fires


Old flower-stems turn to sticks in autumn, clutter the garden, need
the discipline of secateurs.
Choked overplus, straggle of weed,
cold souring strangling webs of root,
I pile the barrow with the lot.
Snapped twig that forgets flower and fruit, thornbranch too hard to rot,
I stack you high for a last rite.

When twigs are built and match is set,
your death springs up like life; its flare
crowns and consumes the ended year.
Corruption changes to desire
that sears the pure and wavering air,
and death goes skyward, like a prayer.

 

First published in Overland 15—1959

Judith Wright

Judith Wright was born in Armidale, New South Wales. She was an Australian poet, environmentalist and campaigner for Aboriginal land rights. Wright was the author of many collections of poetry, including The Moving Image, Woman to Man, The Gateway, The Two Fires, Birds, The Other Half, Magpies, Shadow and Hunting Snake. She was a recipient of the Christopher Brennan Award and nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1964, 1965 and 1967.

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