Tyutchev Fyodor Oh My Prophetic Soul

Oh, my prophetic soul

by Fyodor Tyutchev

Oh, my prophetic soul!
Oh heart filled with alarm!
You'd think you beat upon the threshold
of a twofold existence.

Yes, you inhabit two worlds:
your day is sickly, passionate,
your night prophetically unclear,
like the revelations of spirits.

Let the suffering breast
be agitated by fateful passions.
The soul is ready, just like Mary,
to cling eternally to the feet of Christ.

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