Celebration Poem by Liza Sud
Celebration
Why not to celebrate? if time for celebration?
And for the Russians it is always mad,
And for the Russians it is always crazy,
It's always Pushkin and chalices with wine.
I'm happy, Daniel, that I was so stupid -
to write you anything, not knowing what for,
not knowing that you are full of schooling
but still you turned out easy to go!
I'm always insolent, sincere and impulsive,
you need to be a good person to show
your every feature without a back thought
and then you get good answer in return!
Why not to celebrate? It's time for celebration!
Who is a consant holiday in words?
It's Pushkin, it's the sun of inspiration!
It's an ideal, summit of the world!
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Раз праздник - почему б нам не отметить?
для русских это как сойти с ума,
для русских это сумасшедший вечер,
и вечно - Пушкин и бокал вина.
Я счастлива, Данил, что была глупой -
писала что-нибудь, не думая, зачем,
не зная Вас, и хоть Вы очень умный,
но оказались проще для людей!
Я - искренняя наглость, импульсивность,
И надо быть хорошей, чтобы являть
в открытую черты без задней мысли -
тогда мне будут славно отвечать!
Раз праздник - почему б нам не отметить?
Кто бесконечный праздник на словах?
Ведь это Пушкин, солнце вдохновения!
Вершина мира, вечный идеал!
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5/12/2024 12:22:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
You address me directly in this poem, Liza, and I am thrilled by that. I treasure the intimacy of this poem in response. Imprinted a copy of it, so I can take it with me when I go out. I want to read it again... and again. Tomorrow is a national Holiday MEMORIAL DAY, honoring soldiers who died for their country, they were after all citizen-soldier, not professional warriors. In early September we have another holiday LABOR DAY, honoring all of us workers. And the days in-between those two holidays make up S-U-M-M-E-R Dear Liza, you address me directly in this poem which I find very moving. And you frame the poem with two appeals to celebrate which are irresistable. I made a copy of the poem so I can take it with me. I want to read this several times before responding. My trade is words being an English teacher, and usually I can marshall words quite easily to express my feelings; other times words fail me. It's rare but it happens. And it happens when my heart is full.