Here you will find the Poem The Bull of poet Judith Wright
In the olive darkness of the sally-trees silently moved the air from night to day. The summer-grass was thick with honey daisies where he, a curled god, a red Jupiter, heavy with power among his women lay. But summer's bubble-sound of sweet creek-water dwindles and is silent, the seeding grasses grow harsh, and wind and frost in the black sallies roughen the sleek-haired slopes. Seek him out, then, the angry god betrayed, whose godhead passes, and down the hillsides drive him from his mob. What enemy steals his strength - what rival steals his mastered cows? His thunders powerless, the red storm of his body shrunk with fear, runs the great bull, the dogs upon his heels.