Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Sight without glasses


He read between the lines as printed;
In spirit, though, his eyes were glimpsing
Some other lines; he was immersed
Deeply in these lines from the first.

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin, “Eugene Onegin”
Translation by Anthony Briggs
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