Russian seraphim
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I asked the free wind -
Why do I need spiritual depths,
Why does my soul long so?
And the wind answered me with an electric-
Mechanical ringing in my ears,
That the soul longs for the upper
World - there lie its delicate roots.
The eternal sun shines above it,
There the gray-winged seraphim plays
On a crumpled French horn.
Under the trees of the heavenly garden
Thin lace shadows tremble,
And the soul lies among them -
She needs nothing more.
Why do I need spiritual depths,
Why does my soul long so?
And the wind answered me with an electric-
Mechanical ringing in my ears,
That the soul longs for the upper
World - there lie its delicate roots.
The eternal sun shines above it,
There the gray-winged seraphim plays
On a crumpled French horn.
Under the trees of the heavenly garden
Thin lace shadows tremble,
And the soul lies among them -
She needs nothing more.
Author:
Author:Oleg Selyutov
Cover:
Cover:softcover
Category:
- Category:Fiction
- Category:Poetry & Literature
Dimensions:
Dimensions:20x13x.5 cm
ISBN:
ISBN:978-5-00098-364-5
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