My Beloved In Tunic Coat Poem by Liza Sud

My Beloved In Tunic Coat

My beloved in tunic coat,
We quietly with him dance,
We are all alone in our home,
And no one will condemn us.

He is sitting in the armchair.
My lord with a kind heart.
Soft and tenderly dear.
And for others - a tsar.

We watch movies on display
About wonderful kids.
And kids play in fairy tale -
Quest for four and a quiz.

He is the half of me.
He is my flesh and blood.
He is mild as a reed
And he is strong as love.

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Любимый мой в гимнастерке,
И мы с ним тихо танцуем,
Мы только вдвоем в доме,
И нас никто не осудит.

Он сидит в кресле.
Добрый мой государь.
Мягкий и тихо нежный.
А для других - царь.

Мы смотрим с ним сериалы
О чудных детях своих.
И дети играют в сказку -
Поиск на четверых.

Он моя половинка.
Он моя плоть и кровь.
Мягкая как тростника
И крепкая как любовь.

Monday, June 12, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: dream,happiness,love and dreams
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 12 June 2017

What a tender poem! And what stillness and silence you achieve. The speaker is obviously a happy and fulfilled woman and expresses her happiness with gratitude. She refers to activities they share but the prevailing impression I get is that of a tableau in which people are frozen in a particular state of being, in this case muted joy. The last quatrain is the speaker's overwhelming praise of her beloved which left me breathless

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