Liza Sud Poems

Yesterday I was a girl,
I was excited by Manuel.
I even wanted to go
To husband-wife society.
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I sat on the windowsill, dangling my legs.
then he asked quietly: Who is here?
- It is me who came. - What for? - Don't know myself.
- It is late, my child, and you're not sleeping.
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It was Liturgy in Sophia’s
Church with golden walls in the Kremlin.
Priest were wearing blue- and- white light gowns,
And so soothing was their singing.
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From such a height
you never may come down,
You never may return
from such a height,
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Blok is extremely handsome,
As haughty Jewish angel,
But he's got almost childish,
Open and charming smile,
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A poet should turn from audience,
Friends, lovers, all “addressees”
And turn to the wall with icons –
To something just HE may see.
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You live in 2-room flat,
As many Russians do.
I want to cheer you up.
My stroking today – for you!
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Very often in prejudice's darkness
Light of Truthfulness passes away.
I repeat once more for the Russians:
Joseph Brodsky - for you is the best.
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