Anti-Sodom - Poem by Liza Sud
She called me Kronstadt Judah,
But nothing I will pay her
for her offensive regal.
Called me Judas from Kronstadt,
but herself was a thief.
And five years I have with the soul of a Dutchman
sail in bottomless seas!
Comments about Anti-Sodom by Liza Sud
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye