You Made A Closed Circle. Poem by Liza Sud

You Made A Closed Circle.



You made a closed circle.
You pulled my hands up and off.
And I fell on the whole earth and
in fact, you have made a globe.

It was like in my childhood
when I carry it on my hands.
And the earth seemed small and presumptuous,
And it was my small paradise.

It was ME - who created its life,
it was ME - who has made it turn.
Only then - all this school reality
made this circle completely broke.

Who are you - to remake this circle?
Who are you - just to ressurect?
Oh - it's wonderful rainy august!
Oh its happiness without end.

I still have some time of vacation!
I still have time to love my earth,
to forget about degradation -
to believe -that I AM - its God!

Monday, August 15, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: wonder
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 15 August 2016

You cited WONDER as the topic, y-e-s, and it's also the impact of the poem on me. I read this poem very carefully several times, and I find in the last stanza not only the resolution of this poem but it also affirms: vacation, the earth, and the metaphor of self as a god. After these recent stressful weeks at work, you deserve that vacation; your poem transforms the closed circle into a kind of lower paradise of your devising, of which you are the god. This is unusual language for you - this is clearly an inspired poem which swept you along. But embrace it fully. It is a poem which both displays and probes the meaning of CREATIVITY; it asserts the ability of the human mind to conceive an imaginary world; it creates an atmosphere of and sweetness. My favorite work of literature is Shakespeare's luminous last play about such a paradise or closed circle, and Prospero the Magician has shaped it. He is its god in that very narrow sense, but at the end of the play he gives up the power voluntarily. That readiness to give up power means he can be trusted with power. And that's the morality of your closed circle as well. You are not hoarding power or inflating yourself as a god: you are the custodian of a blessed place and share its peace and happiness with all the others. As you can tell I'm on a wavelength with this poem. I am going to re-read it and write more about it.

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