Liza Sud

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Liza Sud Poems

121. Easter 7 9/7/2015
122. Maybe A Beggar Died In Petersburg 9/8/2015
123. On The Day Of The St. John Beheading 9/8/2015
124. Christ, You Defeated Twice 9/8/2015
125. God Prescribes Us Bitter Pellets, 9/8/2015
126. A Draw-Well 9/8/2015
127. God Looks At People 9/8/2015
128. To Pick Up A Girl 9/8/2015
129. I Like Grigoriy Leps 9/9/2015
130. My Poems – My Bridegrooms 9/9/2015
131. Queen Of Brain 9/9/2015
132. She Worships Me When I Speak For Public 9/9/2015
133. Tarzan 9/9/2015
134. Thank You To I.A. 9/9/2015
135. Thank You, Kate! 9/9/2015
136. Thank You To N.M. 9/9/2015
137. One May Not Pass By You With Indifference, 9/9/2015
138. Thank You To T.B. 9/9/2015
139. How Perfect Her Soul Is! 9/9/2015
140. Energizer 9/9/2015
141. Thank You To A.M. 9/9/2015
142. I Thank You For A Hairslyde! 9/9/2015
143. Scarlet Sales 9/9/2015
144. Send 9/9/2015
145. Scarlet Bridegroom 9/10/2015
146. Russia With The Usa. 9/10/2015
147. Father John Visited The Wounded 9/10/2015
148. When You Received The Nobel Prize 9/10/2015
149. Last Step Of Our Way Is Humility, 9/10/2015
150. What Color Is The Wood Near Horizon? - 9/10/2015
151. When Leps Becomes More Old - 9/12/2015
152. Jam 9/12/2015
153. Request 9/15/2015
154. Life Could Go The Other Way, 9/15/2015
155. Heavens Mine 9/15/2015
156. When You Have Enough To Drink 9/15/2015
157. To The Navel 9/15/2015
158. When Russia Rises 9/15/2015
159. Trying To Save My Love, 9/15/2015
160. Ocean - After Another Ocean. 9/15/2015
Best Poem of Liza Sud

A Woman's Body - The Body Of God, From A. Suslov

A woman's body - the Body of God,
Dream that has spawned the World
The basis of morality, the pathway,
The meaning of Covenant - heavenly Idol,

By your beauty I am consumed,
I will always, and on my deathbed,
To the light of life come again,
To be God - with you and in you.

Read the full of A Woman's Body - The Body Of God, From A. Suslov

To Joseph Brodsky

When you received the Nobel Prize,
You looked as if you handed it.
And I thought then, that poets love
All people no regard of seat.


Such are the saints - as if there were
people much better than themselves.
So paradoxical it goes.
Lord in humility - exalts.

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