Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

(5 December 1803 – 27 July 1873 / Ovstug)

Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev Poems

1. Columbus, Take Your Laurel Wreath! 5/26/2014
2. The Glare! The Heat! 1/1/2004
3. There Is A Song 5/26/2014
4. The Heart Would Like To Be 5/26/2014
5. The Last Love 5/26/2014
6. My Soul, My Prophetic Pain 5/26/2014
7. O Those Eyes! I Have Them Known! 5/26/2014
8. The Sadness Gripped My Heart 5/26/2014
9. I Love Your Dear Eyes 5/26/2014
10. You Often Watched Him 5/26/2014
11. When The Sequence Of The Earthly Years 5/26/2014
12. Vision 5/26/2014
13. The Earth A Cheerless Look Still Wears 1/1/2004
14. To K.B. 1/1/2004
15. Why Moan, Why Wail You, Wind Of Night 1/1/2004
16. When Life Is But A Round Of Crushing Care 1/1/2004
17. There Is A Spell In Autumn 1/1/2004
18. Just As The Ocean Cradles Our Earth's Orb... 4/19/2010
19. Nature Is Not As You Imagine Her... 4/19/2010
20. Spring Storm 1/1/2004
21. Here, At A Meagre Earth 1/1/2004
22. Problème 4/19/2010
23. Nature Is A Sphinx... 4/19/2010
24. Cicero 4/19/2010
25. She Sat Upon The Floor... 4/19/2010
26. O, How Our Love Is Murderous 4/19/2010
27. Gum Is The Sky 1/1/2004
28. It's There, Still There 1/1/2004
29. In Ocean Waves There's Melody... 4/19/2010
30. Don'T Say He Loves Me As Before... 4/19/2010
31. Last Love 4/19/2010
32. Poetry 4/19/2010
33. Reproach Me Not 1/1/2004
34. I Love The Tsarskoselsky Gardens 1/1/2004
35. How Tuneful Is The Voice Of Sea 1/1/2004
36. Say Not He Loves Me 1/1/2004
37. My Love For You, Sweet Earth 1/1/2004
38. As In The Globe Embraced By Ocean 1/1/2004
39. Elysium Of Shades 1/1/2004
40. All Day She Quiet Lay 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev


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 discern what quickens you?
A thought once uttered is untrue.
Dimmed is the fountainhead when stirred:
drink at the source and speak no word.
Live in your inner self alone
within your soul a world has grown,
the magic of veiled thoughts that might
be blinded by the ...

Read the full of Silentium

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 gusty winds with sudden anger rise,
Of pending storms the grim and chilly warning...
Fatigue, decline, and - over all - the worn

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