Poems- Blossoms Poem by Liza Sud
Poems- Blossoms
And if at home there is no recognition -
The Russians always are a little late.
They will come later on to comprehension,
But it is not the West that should explain.
When I will fall asleep - I'll see from high-ups:
my poems like seeds will fall in them:
in different languages around the planet
like perfect flowers they will bloom again.
like perfect flowers they will bloom again. poems are really flowers of the soul of the poet. thank you lisa
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5/3/2024 11:02:54 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Elizaveta, this might at first seem surprising from one like myself an American embedded deeply in the Western world B-U-T I agree whole-heartedly with your statement above: But it is not the West that should explain. Amen to that. There is so much the West can learn for Mother Russia! If it would open its being. // Your second stanza leaves me breathless. Your faith in poetry, in your poems, in the spiritual life of your poems which is larger and more wonderful than their merely worldly life as literature, your faith in this art, this electric life of poetry, this hope expressed in words, this love for others, this ALTRUISM - FOR A SECOND TIME TODAY I SAY, BRAVO, ELIZAVETA!