Return Of The Muse Poem by Liza Sud
Return Of The Muse
At last you have returned back, my Muse,
Here I have someone to look at.
Cowardice is asking for excuse:
I break a door only to the sky.
May be not to fear any more?
And by poems as by thunder stun?
And by songs like by a rose - endow,
You've returned - and all in me sings out!
Gave us no refreshments for a starter,
But it doesn't make me sad.
I got used to my long fastings,
Just to contemplate Muse - is enough!
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Наконец-то ты вернулась, моя Муза!
Есть хоть на кого здесь посмотреть!
Ты меня прости за мою трусость -
Только в небо я ломаю дверь.
Может, больше не бояться ничего?
И стихом, как громом, оглушить?
Песнями, как розой, одарить,
Ты вернулась - все во мне поёт!
Нас закусками не угостила -
Но мне этого не жаль,
Я к постам привыкла длинным,
Лишь бы Музу созерцать!
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8/29/2026 6:19:01 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
YOU'VE RETURNED - AND ALL IN SINGS OUT. This is the best possible description of the impact of the Muse. Her presence alone makes creativity flourish. There is an exchange of positive energy which lifts the spirits of the speaker in the poem and the reader, that is, ME. From the beginning of the poem I was pulled out of lethargy and given a charge of energy. This setting creates the proper mood environmnt for creativity: I can write a poem right now!