Liza Sud Poems

You pay me more attention
Than any other person,
You are my inspiration!
Probably, that's God's purpose?
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A snake is used to renewing her skin,
And she is crawling out it - to the core.
And something similar happens to me
in any of the fasts imposed by Church.
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but you have to refuse me,
as life in God refused us,
His holy Face was never shown,
life hid Him and tortured, tortured,
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In your hand there's a blow,
And your palm like a whip.
And that's an honor fee.
It's God Who told me so.
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The greatest master, supercolorist,
And monumental Mega-symbolist,
But within radius of two street blocks
The magic of his crystal doesn't work.
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Epigraph:
"The poet of poets, he is the noblest, he is the best among those who lived for poetry. His soul, full of unchanging blessing to everything that lives and breathes, denies all negative, and from all poetic souls it most resembles the immense and high sky! " Balmont on Shelley

God, the beloved, handed out to me a white towel,
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Over the globe after Akathist's reading
In Russian and English languages - both,
The Akathist to Jesus Christ the sweetest -
It gives grace to the brethren of the world.
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In a dress made of fine chintz cotton
you were standing near the window.
And before your mind pages of one score
with the thunder of trumpets were twinkling.
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I had a strange dream at dawn:
sea above the clouds,
which in heaven - cover all,
big ships sail and drown.
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