Here you will find the Poem Request to a Year of poet Judith Wright
If the year is meditating a suitable gift, I should like it to be the attitude of my great- great- grandmother, legendary devotee of the arts, who having eight children and little opportunity for painting pictures, sat one day on a high rock beside a river in Switzerland and from a difficult distance viewed her second son, balanced on a small ice flow,drift down the current toward a waterfall that struck rock bottom eighty feet below, while her second daughter, impeded, no doubt, by the petticoats of the day, stretched out a last-hope alpenstock (which luckily later caught him on his way). Nothing, it was evident, could be done; And with the artist's isolating eye My great-great-grandmother hastily sketched the scene. The sketch survives to prove the story by. Year, if you have no Mother's day present planned, Reach back and bring me the firmness of her hand.