If Carl Jung were with us
Someone would flag Harry Potter for him
I can not conjecture on the books
I see Jung quipping: “Not a bad transformation of my work! ”
Jung’s favorite scene being in the final film
When Harry nose to nose with Voldemort
Puts his arms around him and jumps into an abyss
Light embracing darkness, with self the sure sacrifice
It builds well on Socrates and knowing self,
The payoff in such a leap being
That both survive the fall and live to fight another day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem