Story by Judith Wright

 Legend by Judith Wright Essay

Story

by Judith Wright - 1915-2000, 
written in 1949 and published in 
anthology 'The Gateway' in 1953.

The blacksmith's boy shut off with a gun

and a black dog running behind.

Cobwebs seized at his feet,

rivers hindered him,

thorn limbs caught by his eye to make him blind

as well as the sky changed into an unfortunate opal,

nevertheless he didn't mind.

I am able to break divisions, I can swim rivers, I am able to stare out                          � virtually any spider My spouse and i meet,

said he to his doggie and his rifle.

The blacksmith's boy proceeded to go over the couchette

with his aged black hat on his head.

Mountains jumped in the way,

dirt rolled upon him,

plus the old crow cried, You are going to soon end up being dead.

And the rain came up down like mattocks.

Nevertheless he only said,

I could climb mountain range, I can dodge rocks, I will shoot a well used crow any day, and he went on above the paddocks.

If he came to the conclusion of the day, sunlight began falling,

Up came up the night ready to swallow him,

like the barrel or clip of a gun,

like an outdated black hat,

just like a black dog hungry to adhere to him.

Then the pigeon, the magpie plus the dove commenced wailing

as well as the grass lie down to pillow him.

His rifle pennyless, his head wear blew away and his puppy was gone and the sunlight was falling.

But in front of the night, the rainbow stood on the huge batch, just as his heart foretold.

He went like a what,

he climbed like a fox;

he captured it in his hands, the colours and the cold --

like a club of ice cubes, like the steering column of a fountain,

like a engagement ring of rare metal.

The pigeon, the magpie and the dove flew approximately stare,

and the grass stood up again on the huge batch.

The blacksmith's boy hung the rainbow on his shoulder

instead of his broken gun.

Lizards ran out to see, snakes made way for him,

plus the rainbow shone as gaily as direct sunlight.

All the globe said, Nobody is attaquer, nobody is usually bolder,

no one else has done

anything corresponding to it. He went home as easy as could be

with the dogging rainbow on his shoulder.