(1915 - 2000 / New South Wales / Australia)

Five Senses

Now my five senses
gather into a meaning
all acts, all presences;
and as a lily gathers
the elements together,
in me this dark and shining,
that stillness and that moving,
these shapes that spring from nothing,
become a rhythm that dances,
a pure design.

While I'm in my five senses
they send me spinning
all sounds and silences,
all shape and colour
as thread for that weaver,
whose web within me growing
follows beyond my knowing
some pattern sprung from nothing-
a rhythm that dances
and is not mine.

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Beautiful poem. A rhythm that dances and is not mine.......Just wonderful!
Nice poem. Congrats for selection for POD/
'as thread for that weaver, whose web within me growing follows beyond my knowing some pattern sprung from nothing- a rhythm that dances and is not mine' - wonderful! When the five senses gather into a meaning, poems spring forth! Congratulations on the poem's selection as the 'Modern Poem of the Day'!
Wonderful poem by Judith Wright.......
While I'm in my five senses they send me spinning all sounds and silences, all shape and colour as thread for that weaver, patterns springing from nothing. tony
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