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NO SICKNESS OF THE FLESH IS OURS TODAY by FEODOR (FYODOR) IVANOVICH TYUTCHEV

Poem Explanation

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.



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