Liza Sud


My Fists Unclench, - Poem by Liza Sud

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!

Topic(s) of this poem: music


Comments about My Fists Unclench, by Liza Sud

  • Daniel Brick (10/28/2015 9:57:00 AM)


    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. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 28, 2015



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