Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

Moscow
Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
Moscow
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The Prophet

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Longing for spiritual springs,
I dragged myself through desert sands ...
An angel with three pairs of wings
Arrived to me at cross of lands;
With fingers so light and slim
He touched my eyes as in a dream:
And opened my prophetic eyes
Like eyes of eagle in surprise.
He touched my ears in movement, single,
And they were filled with noise and jingle:
I heard a shuddering of heavens,
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Dr Antony Theodore 02 December 2020
Longing for spiritual springs, I dragged myself through desert sands... An angel with three pairs of wings Arrived to me at cross of lands; With fingers so light and slim He touched my eyes as in a dream: Dream, imagination and spiritual search. tony
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Kyvin Nash 29 October 2014
nicely written like a true prophetic dream...i lik the style!
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Danuta Glendenning 24 May 2007
It is very difficult to convey adequately the lyric and dramatic voice of Russians. Sadly, in English it doesn't burn through your heart as it would in his mother tongue.But many a sage has told of the same experiences as Pushkin tries to impart.
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