Woman To Man

The eyeless labourer in the night,
the selfless, shapeless seed I hold,
builds for its resurrection day---
silent and swift and deep from sight
foresees the unimagined light.

This is no child with a child's face;
this has no name to name it by;
yet you and I have known it well.
This is our hunter and our chase,
the third who lay in our embrace.

This is the strength that your arm knows,
the arc of flesh that is my breast,
the precise crystals of our eyes.
This is the blood's wild tree that grows
the intricate and folded rose.

This is the maker and the made;
this is the question and reply;
the blind head butting at the dark,
the blaze of light along the blade.
Oh hold me, for I am afraid.

by Judith Wright

Comments (3)

the tremors of uncertainty experienced at the the time of pregnancy of a child is beautifully and minutely exhibited in the poem. it focuses on the relationship of man and woman especially when they come to have a child. i think that the metaphor of uncertainty runs throughout the poem. and the last line oh, hold me i am afraid again indicates this uncertainty.
Oh hold me, for I am afraid. I have liked this woman to man poem. Keep up Judith
In this poem, as in many of her others, Judith Wright praises that which physically exists while sharing the greater reality that lives behind the curtain she pulls aside for us.