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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NO SICKNESS OF THE FLESH IS OURS TODAY, by FEODOR (FYODOR) IVANOVICH TYUTCHEV Poem Explanation Poet's Biography Last Line: Athirst for faith, to beg for faith not daring Subject(s): Despair | |||
No sickness of the flesh is ours today Whose time is spent in grieving and despairing; Who pray all night that night will pass away''" Who greet the dawn rebelliously, uncaring. Withered and parched by unbelief, the soul Impossible, unbearable things is bearing. We are lost men, and ruin is our goal, Athirst for faith, to beg for faith not daring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DAY THAT WAS THAT DAY by AMY LOWELL MAN IN THE STREET OR HAND OVER MOUTH by HEATHER MCHUGH BURIAL RITES by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE CAMPS; FOR MARILYN HACKER by HAYDEN CARRUTH AUTUMN EVENING by FEODOR (FYODOR) IVANOVICH TYUTCHEV |
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