Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Cicero By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Cicero By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Cicero The Roman orator spoke out ‘midst civil war and strife: ‘Too long I slumbered, and Rome’s night Has overtaken me upon my journey!’ True! But in parting with Rom’s glory From the Capitoline heights You watched in all its grandeur The setting of her bloody sun! . .... »

Say Not He Loves Me By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Say Not He Loves Me By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Say Not He Loves Me Say not he loves me as before, as truly, dearly As once he did… Oh no! My life He would destroy, he does destroy – though see I clearly The trembling of the hand that holds the knife. Resentment, anger, tears, a pain now fierce, now muffled – I’m wounded, ... »

There Is A Spell In Autumn By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

There Is A Spell In Autumn By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

There Is A Spell In Autumn There is a spell in autumn early, One all too brief, of an enchantment rare: The nights are radiant and pearly, The days, pellucid, crystal-clear. Where played the sickle and fell the corn, a mellow, A warm and breathless stillness reigns supreme; Spanning the brown and id... »

Nature Is Not As You Imagine Her By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Nature Is Not As You Imagine Her By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Nature Is Not As You Imagine Her Nature is not as you imagine her: She’s not a mold, nor yet a soulless mask- She is made up of soul and freedom She is made up of love and speech . . . ……………. Observe the leaves and flowers on a tree: Was it some gardener glued the... »

Gum Is The Sky By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Gum Is The Sky By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Gum Is The Sky Glum is the sky, by night imprisoned, As over it the dark clouds creep, Not menacing or wistful is it, But plunged in dreary, torpid sleep. Alone the streaks of lightning, bursting Through cloud and shadow, seem to be, As they flare up and blaze, conversing Like deaf-mute demons sound... »

Reproach Me Not By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Reproach Me Not By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Reproach Me Not Reproach me not e’en if I earn your indignation; Know: of us two you are to be more envied far. Unlike my love for you, yours is sincere, unmarred By jealousy’s mistrust, its rancour and vexation. A wretched sorcerer, who doubts himself and stifles Faith in the magic worl... »

There Is A Song By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

There Is A Song By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

There Is A Song There is a song in the sea waves, A concord – in the spats of nature, And a reed, by a tune of rustle captured, In the flood of music gently sways. Here all obtains a vital bid, A full accordance reigns in nature, Just in the pseudo-freedom’s rapture We feel at large disc... »

It’s There, Still There By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

It’s There, Still There By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

It’s There, Still There It’s there, still there, a past love’s madness, Dull pain and longing my heart fill. Your image, hid amid the shadows Of memory, lives in me still. I think of it with endless yearning, ‘Tis e’er with me though from me far, Unreachable, unchanged,... »

Autumn Evening By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Autumn Evening By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Autumn Evening There is a wistful charm, a tenderness, Mysterious and soft, in autumn’s even: The trees in weird and brilliant garments dress, The gory leaves to whispered talk are given; Above the sad and orphaned earth the skies Lie veiled and bleak, the sun’s departure mourning, And g... »

She Sat Upon The Floor By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

She Sat Upon The Floor By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

She Sat Upon The Floor She sat upon the floor Looking through a pile of letters, She took them up and tossed them Like so many cold ashes. She took the familiar pages And gazed at them strangely, The way souls look from above At their discarded bodies . . . O, how much life was in them, Life irrevoc... »

The Sadness Gripped My Heart By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

The Sadness Gripped My Heart By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

The Sadness Gripped My Heart The sadness gripped my heart – and dimly Came the remembrance of the old, When all was going well and simply, And life – a dream of the real world. But here the world is lost and fired: All’s topsy-turvy, run and felled, – In Heaven, Holly God exp... »

I Love Your Dear Eyes By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

I Love Your Dear Eyes By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

I Love Your Dear Eyes I love your dear eyes, my friend, With their play so bright and wondrous, When you promptly rise them, and, Like with a lightning in the wildness, Embrace at once the whole land. But there’s more fabulous attraction: The eyes directed to the floor During the crazy osculat... »

As In The Globe Embraced By Ocean By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

As In The Globe Embraced By Ocean By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

As In The Globe Embraced By Ocean As is the globe embraced by ocean, so Embraced is earthly life by dreams and fancies. Night comes unsought, and at the shore’s defences The breakers strike blow after blow. Their call is loud: they plead and onward urge us… A magic boat waits in the harb... »

Problème By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Problème By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Problème Having rolled done a mountain, a rock lies in a valley. – Why did it fall? Nowadays no one knows – Did it break off from the heights of its own accord, Or was it hurled down by an external will? Century after century has gone by: Still no one has resolved this question! Hits: 2 »

The Last Love By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

The Last Love By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

The Last Love Oh, how, in the ending years Is love more tender and superstitious – O shine! O shine, my parting rays Of the evening sun, of the last heart wishes! The darkness cuts half of the sky; And only the West has the roving glow, Oh, time of evening, do not fly! Enchantment, be prolonge... »

In Ocean Waves There’s Melody By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

In Ocean Waves There’s Melody By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

In Ocean Waves There’s Melody Est in arundineis modulatio musica ripis In ocean waves there’s melody There’s harmony within the clash of elements, And a harmonious tuneful whisper Streams through the rippling rushes. There’s unperturbable order everywhere, Full consonance in ... »

All Day She Quiet Lay By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

All Day She Quiet Lay By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

All Day She Quiet Lay All day she quiet lay, lost in a trance, The closing shadows all of her embracing… The madcap rain of summer frisked and pranced, At leaves it drummed, down garden paths went racing. And slowly, slowly she revived and sought To hear its voice, its warm and merry patter. W... »

O, How Our Love Is Murderous By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

O, How Our Love Is Murderous By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

O, How Our Love Is Murderous O, how our love is murderous, The dearer something is to us The surer are we to destroy it In passion’s savage blindness! Was it so long ago you said, Proud of your victory: she’s mine . . . Barely a year gone – stop and think, What has remained of her?... »

The Earth A Cheerless Look Still Wears By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

The Earth A Cheerless Look Still Wears By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

The Earth A Cheerless Look Still Wears The earth a cheerless look still wears, But spring’s breath is already swaying The dead stalks in the field and playing With boughs as yet of leafage bare. Though nature sleeps, through its dull slumber, Through dreams that slowly fade away, It hears spri... »

I Love The Tsarskoselsky Gardens By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

I Love The Tsarskoselsky Gardens By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

I Love The Tsarskoselsky Gardens I love the Tsarskoselsky Gardens Late in the fall when, in soft haze Enfolded, as in sleep’s embrace They lie… The cold’s breath slowly hardens, And on the dull glass of the lake, Clad in that same fine haze, white-winged And strangely languid visio... »

A Vision By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

A Vision By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

A Vision There is an hour at night full of an awesome wonder, When universal silence o’er the whole world lies And when the cosmic chariot rolls, wakening no thunder, Into the sanctuary of the skies. The dark of chaos comes, land, sky and water merging; Sleep Atlas-like treads earth, its weigh... »

Poetry By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Poetry By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Poetry Among storms, among fires, Among burning passions, In elemental, flaming strife, It flies to us from the heavens- A heavenly creature to earth’s son With gaze of clearest azure- And on the rebellious sea It pours a soothing balm. Hits: 3 »

Spring Storm By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Spring Storm By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Spring Storm I love a storm in early May When springtime’s boisterous, firstborn thunder Over the sky will gaily wander And growl and roar as though in play. A peal, another – gleeful, cheering… Rain, raindust… On the trees, behold!- The drops hang, each a long pearl earring;... »

How Tuneful Is The Voice Of Sea By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

How Tuneful Is The Voice Of Sea By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

How Tuneful Is The Voice Of Sea How tuneful is the voice of sea, What true accord in ocean’s murmur, And in the reed’s light, rhythmic tremour What tender musicality! In nature all is harmony, A consonance fore’er agreed on, And ’tis alone our phantom freedom That is disturbi... »

You Often Watched Him By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

You Often Watched Him By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

You Often Watched Him You often watched him on the high life’s level, – The gaily-selfish or with gloomy sight, Or full of thoughts, or scatted one and wild, As poets are – and you’ve scorned him forever! – Look at the crescent: like a slim white cloud, In daily skies, ... »

My Soul, My Prophetic Pain By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

My Soul, My Prophetic Pain By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

My Soul, My Prophetic Pain My soul, my prophetic pain! My heart, forever filled with bother, O how throb you on a border, Of two realities, in vain!… You are a realm of my two worlds, Your day is fervid and pathetic, Your sleep unclear and prophetic, Like scripture of the spirit’s though... »

The Heart Would Like To Be By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

The Heart Would Like To Be By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

The Heart Would Like To Be The heart would like to be a star – Not in a night, when from the darkened skies These heaven’s bodies, like the living eyes, Look at the sleepy earth so far – But in a day, when screened, as by a smoke Of the ever scorching sunny rods, They burn just bri... »

Here, At A Meagre Earth By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Here, At A Meagre Earth By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Here, At A Meagre Earth Here, at a meagre earth, despondent And listless stare the dull grey skies, And, as if plunged in leaden slumber, A eary nature moveless lies. Alone the few pale birches, gleaming Mid greyish moss and stubby brush, Like visions born of fevered dreaming Disrupt the lifeless, e... »

Why Moan, Why Wail You, Wind Of Night By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Why Moan, Why Wail You, Wind Of Night By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Why Moan, Why Wail You, Wind Of Night Why moan, why wail you, wind of night, With such despair, such frenzied madness? Why is your voice now full of might, Now piteous and tinged with sadness? In tongue known to the heart, of pain Unknown to it for ever chanting, At times within it well-nigh frantic... »

O Those Eyes! I Have Them Known! By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

O Those Eyes! I Have Them Known! By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

O Those Eyes! I Have Them Known! Oh, those eyes! I have them known! How I loved them – knows God! From their night of charm and throe, I couldn’t tear away my heart. Her gaze, so fathomless and endless, Which bared life to whole base, Reflected such enduring sadness, Such terrifying pass... »

The Glare! The Heat! By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

The Glare! The Heat! By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

The Glare! The Heat! The glare! The heat! O Nice, you blind me! A dull unease upon me settles… Life, like a bird shot down, strains wildly To fly – In vain! Its wings are fetters, Its broken wings… As in a fever It struggles on, yet is it vanquished: Pressed to the dust it lies and... »

Columbus, Take Your Laurel Wreath! By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Columbus, Take Your Laurel Wreath! By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Columbus, Take Your Laurel Wreath! Columbus, take your laurel wreath! You’ve done the map of whole Earth and Nations And finished to the end the list Of deals, unfinished in the word’s creation. You cut the curtain off with your majestic sword – And a new world, the sudden one and ... »

When Life Is But A Round Of Crushing Care By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

When Life Is But A Round Of Crushing Care By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

When Life Is But A Round Of Crushing Care When life is but a round of crushing care And, a great heap of stones, lies heavy on us, There suddenly, God knows how, why, upon us A joyous mood descends… Of balmy air A breath comes from the past and, o’er us drifting, Invades the heart, its f... »

My Love For You, Sweet Earth By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

My Love For You, Sweet Earth By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

My Love For You, Sweet Earth My love for you, sweet Earth, my mother, I cannot hide – I do not crave The phantom pleasures of that other, That spectral world beyond the grave. O spring, the blessedness of Eden Compared to yours as nothing is! Love’s joys you bring us all unbidden, And go... »

Silentium By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Silentium By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Silentium Speak not, lie hidden, and conceal the way you dream, the things you feel. Deep in your spirit let them rise akin to stars in crystal skies that set before the night is blurred: delight in them and speak no word. How can a heart expression find? How should another know your mind? Will he d... »

Elysium Of Shades By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Elysium Of Shades By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Elysium Of Shades Elysium of shades this soul of mine, Shades silent, luminous, and wholly severed From this tempestuous age, these restless times, Their joys and griefs, their aims and their endeavours. Speak, O my soul, Elysium of shades! What bonds have you with life? Speak, phantoms summoned Fro... »

Vision By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Vision By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Vision In nights, there is the time of the generic dumbness, And in this hour of vision and surprise, The living chariot of the creation’s vastness Is shown, rolling through the shrine of skies. The night gets thicker then, like Chaos on the floods; Like Atlas, the oblivion grips the earth; An... »

Just As The Ocean Cradles Our Earth’s Orb

Just As The Ocean Cradles Our Earth’s Orb

Just As The Ocean Cradles Our Earth’s Orb Just as the ocean cradles our earth’s orb, This earthly life’s by dreams surrounded; Night falls, against the shore The waters beat in roaring waves. This is its voice: it beckons us and calls . . . The magic bark is stirring in its mooring... »

Don’t Say He Loves Me As Before

Don’t Say He Loves Me As Before

Don’T Say He Loves Me As Before Don’t say he loves me as before, That, as before, he treasures me… no! He callously destroys my life, Although I see the knife shake in his hand. In anger, weeping, yearning, indignation, Obsessed and wounded in my soul, I have no life – I stru... »

To K.B By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

To K.B By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

To K.B You’re here again – and of a sudden A warmth long gone floods my dead heart, And all I thought forgot, unbidden Returns, of me becomes a part. Just as spring’s breath may soft come stealing Upon the air on late fall’s day And rouse in us a vanished feeling Of life, of ... »

Last Love By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Last Love By Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Last Love O, how in our waning days We love more tenderly and more obsessively. . . Shine on, shine on, the parting rays Of our last love, our setting sun! Shadow’s embraced the heavens, A glow still wanders in the West,- Hold back, hold back, o dying day, Prolong, prolong enchantment. The blo... »