The name of the poem, Lucifer, is absolutely perfect. From the first sentence, I thought the speaker wasn't Lucifer. The final sentence opened up a universe of dualism, wondering, and wondering more if the 'I' or the 'you' was Lucifer. Where the rubber meets the road, perhaps I am truly too lazy to juggle the philosopher's idea that good cannot be without evil, and vice versa. Lazy or not, we all still can wonder, especially with our own misgivings, how easily the 'I' and the 'you' of your poem can vacillate from one to the other.
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The name of the poem, Lucifer, is absolutely perfect. From the first sentence, I thought the speaker wasn't Lucifer. The final sentence opened up a universe of dualism, wondering, and wondering more if the 'I' or the 'you' was Lucifer. Where the rubber meets the road, perhaps I am truly too lazy to juggle the philosopher's idea that good cannot be without evil, and vice versa. Lazy or not, we all still can wonder, especially with our own misgivings, how easily the 'I' and the 'you' of your poem can vacillate from one to the other.