Put A Small Coin Poem by Liza Sud

Put A Small Coin

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Put a small coin of money
into my ever-purse,
then you may enter inside it
because the purse became yours.

I told you: come in, Daniel,
be daring on your way:
you saw the sun in my genitals
and drowned in its rays.

I am your Andromeda.
You are my Apollon.
what a storng shake whatever
in Garden of shining Rose!

What a thin sublimation,
no earthly concern,
skin to skin amalgamation
of the two free twice-born.

I am the automaton
created to quench your thirst
waiting for you with patiеnсe
to come mild and to burst.

Throw a small coin in water,
let it make wedding ring.
My purse is only yours and
only you may come in.

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Положи маленькую монетку
в вечный мой кошелек,
теперь ты можешь находиться в ней,
теперь кошелек - твой.

Я сказала: войди, Дэниэль,
будь смел на твоем пути:
ты во мне увидел свечение,
и ты утонул в любви.

Я - твоя Андромеда,
а ты -мой Аполлон,
и сильнее дрожания этого
не было в Саду роз!

Что за тонкая сублимация!
нет здесь земных забот,
кожами соединяться,
каждый - дважды рожден.

Я - автомат утоления
жажды вечной твоей,
чтоб ожидать с терпением,
взрыв, когда ты во мне.

Выбрось монетку в воду,
и подари кольцо.
стал твоим кошелек мой,
и только ты войдешь.

Wednesday, August 24, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 03 September 2016

This is a very, very special poem. I am humbled and blessed in receiving it. Elizaveta, I did not read it for the first until Aug.31, I read it many times in the solitude and silence of my apartment. I felt your presence everywhere I looked or went. You were on the balcony with me for half an hour and we watched the red glow of sunset over the lake ever so slowly vanish. You watched the first half of a film version of CRIME AND PUNISHMENT from 1935 with Peter Lorre as Raskolnikov - with me. You sat at the computer table as I answered emails from England, India, Pakistan, New Orleans, Rochester (Minnesota) - poets all, poems galore! (BTW galore means m-a-n-y.) You even ate some of the meatloaf with mashed potatoes dinner I had prepared. And we drank hot spiced tea afterwards. You see, you were a part of everything, that night, Wednesday, Aug.31,2016. And I made a copy of the poem of that day, and carried it with me on Thurs. and Fr. and it's next to the computer right now. I am going to finally write my response as an email. But I've written so much tonight to you I won't send this email until later today - because it's already Saturday here in the Twin Cities, it's 4: 40 am, just an hour + until dawn. And thr birds' carillon.

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Unnikrishnan E S 24 August 2016

HI Liza, A poem in the inimitable style of Liza Sudina. Overt and sensual as usual. And of course the eternal fact of love, where love of souls and bodily love are not separate. Thanks for sharing.

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Kelly Kurt 24 August 2016

A very sensual and open poem of giving the entire self to love

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