My Fists Unclench, Poem by Liza Sud
My Fists Unclench,
When you say Wagner –
My fists unclench,
I become meek,
Thirst of light is quenched.
Why someone says
That he is bad –
If he makes optimist
Out of sad!
Wednesday, October 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: music
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4/19/2024 7:07:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is the Orphic power of music you illustrate. The clenched fist is a potential weapon but the very name of Wagner disarms you into meekness. WHEW! I can hear sweet sounds now like the nymphs at Venusburg or the Flower Maidens in Klingsor's castle and the music in my head renders me calm - and meek.