A. Pushkin, A Prophet \ А. Пушкин, Пророк (subs by V. Chetin)

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Uploaded by on May 23, 2011

Tormented by spiritual lack,
I slogged my way in gloom deserted;
A six-winged seraph showed at last,
Before me, when the road dissevered.
And o'er my pupils did he skim
His fingers, airy as a dream, -
Prophetic pupils gaped and peered, like
Those of a frightened female eagle.
He ran the fingers o'er my ears, -
The ears got filled with noise and peals.
And I heard heaven's trepidation,
And angels' empyrean drive,
And sea-beasts' underwater life,
And valley willows' vegetation...
And, having nestl'd against my mouth,
He rooted erring tongue mine out,
The tongue both idle and deceiving,
And thrust a cunning serpent's sting
Inside my mouth, like frozen stiff,
With his right hand, stained by my bleeding...
He split my thorax with a blade,
Took out a quivering heart from it,
And then a blazing coal instead
Inserted in my my open thorax...
Like dead, I lay amid the wastes;
And, by the God's voice, was addressed:
"Arise, behold and hearken, prophet,
Be filled with my will hence and forth
And, travelling through lands and waters,
Sting hearts of people with the word!"

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  • What is this poem about???

  • @gunner1252

    Robert Sheckley once said that in order to put the right question, you've got to know 80 per cent of the answer...

    it's probably why I can't understand the question...

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