Sweet Crash Poem by Liza Sud
Sweet Crash
When I will write for you one hundred poems -
if, Julia, I will not go mad -
then utterly exhausted, without forces -
Not at your feet - but near will fall down.
I will not reach the Muse, for me so sacred,
I sit here already for so long.
but to make you for this loss more perceptive -
supposedly will write two hundreds more!
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Когда я допишу Вам сто стихотворений-
я, если, Юля, не с ума сойду -
то от потери сил в изнеможеньи
не в ноги к Вам, а рядом упаду.
Я не достигну Музы столь заветной,
я здесь давно безвылазно сижу.
но чтобы потеря Вам была заметней -
пожалуй, еще двести напишу.
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5/8/2024 5:05:04 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I am certain, dear Liza, you have reached your Muse with your words, and she is Julia who also has received your love. YOUR POEM EXPRESSES YOUR SWEET FEELINGS WITH CHARM AND SINCERITY. And your exaggeration at the end adds a nice touch of humor, although I am sure you are capable of writing those 200 further poems given the strength of your feelings. (I had to stay up late tofinish the Intro for the latest ebook Fabrizio is editing andf publishing. I got to the computer cafe in the midnight darkness and now it is a soft spring dawn under an overcast sky. And this poem has put me in a very joyous mood, knowing that love prevails. Oh, sweet love.)