Liza Sud Poems

I love you, spiritual children.
I forgive you, demons, mischiefs.
All that you've done unto me,
No more pain in the flesh I feel.
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When in the concert hall I'm sitting
and they Tchaikovsky for us play -
then very often thought I'm gripping:
Where is that country which the notes display.
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Not Geneva, but Onega -
I want to contemplate this lake forever.
Not Zurich but Petrozavodsk
is dear to me hundred times more.
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Great Wagner. Singer of the partings –
Made Sigfried dead before the marriage.
Betrayer was his own step-brother,
And led his wife away by lieing.
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The child is weak, but grown-up is also.
And there is a limit to our force.
We all are helpless. And the lowliness
Is what the human's fate if for.
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You are all shaking and your yellow foliage
Inspires poor poets for their words.
But you are Mine and nobody knows: .
That thousands of times again
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I adore you, the nights of Easter.
At them like every branch is burned
Writong of all my sins is missed now.
And the scroll to the shreds is torn.
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God looks at people. Always, always does.
Wherever were you - everywhere is God.
Then he'll reveal your life - in forty days
It will be scrolled like information back.
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I come to pick up, take away, perpetuate,
if not forever, but at least one evening
or half a night, but I will take your dear,
without permission - I'll take her away!
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I like Grigoriy Leps for so long.
It doesn’t matter if he turns or not,
Because my heart is beating with his song
And I adore and worship his deep voice!
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