And All That Is To Brodsky, Poem by Liza Sud

And all that is to Brodsky,
As by a beaten route.
The soul must be just joyful,
And never tearful.

To show him our poems
If ever he is raised.
I lived by hope for so long
To meet with him, and prayed.

But he from us has passed away
When no one unexpected.
Yes, as for me –the Lord has saved
Me above all the shelters.

Yes, God has one time raised me up
Above my native country –
And that’s what everyone will have
After all pain and anguish.