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!"
What is this poem about???
gunner1252 4 months ago
@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...
schetin 4 months ago