To Mandelstam Poem by Liza Sud

Your whole life – for Heaven condemnation.
And such a dizzy you possessed a Gift.
And from a distance you made fun on Cesar.
And he people like you at dark nights killed.

But force of rhyme may melt the power of evil.
Makes no sense to shoot in Jewish Flamm.
The soul immortal is in people.
It is impossible to murder Mandelstam.

From ringing flocks of melodies and trilling
The souls spreads up and flies into the sky.
And Mandelstam was also not from here.
He also is intangibile like height.