I Want Us To Be Just A Hebrew Book, Poem by Liza Sud

The thoughts behind this poem, which must have been swirling in your mind with unusual intensity, are simply amazing to me. Your main trope (Harold Bloom's term - a major American literary critic) comes from language itself, its process of ideation (an abstract word but precise) or idea forming, the slippery independence of words to live their own lives and not submit to the discipline of thought, the often unfinished quality of verbal expression that doesn't achieve clarity or finality but remains open to multiple interpretations. I think about these things too, Liza. I absolutely love THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE and unfortunately it's the only one I can love, except for Latin. But I also recognize the love you have for THE RUSSIAN LANGUAGE (I wish I could share that love of Russian with you, but alas languages did not stick to me.) There are three languages that claim to be not just the means of human communication but embedded in then very fabric of creation: by far the oldest is Sanskrit, with Hebrew and Arabic approximately the same age. The Latin of the Roman Catholic Church has never been considered sacred, it was a language of convenience for the Mediterranean world, including Church and scholars into the 17th century. // Your poem has other qualities I haven't commented on, but as an assertion of the WONDER OF LANGUAGE your poem makes me soar! ! !