Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev Poems
- Silentium Speak not, lie hidden, and conceal the way you ...
- A Vision There is an hour at night full of an awesome ...
- Autumn Evening There is a wistful charm, a ...
- All Day She Quiet Lay All day she quiet lay, lost in a ...
- Elysium Of Shades Elysium of shades this soul of ...
- Say Not He Loves Me Say not he loves me as before, as truly, ...
- As In The Globe Embraced By Oc... As is the globe embraced by...
Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev is generally considered the last of three great Romantic poets of Russia, following Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin and Mikhail Lermontov
Tyutchev was born into an old noble family in Ovstug near Bryansk. Most of his childhood years were spent in Moscow, where he joined the literary circle of Professor Merzlyakov at the age of 13. His first printed work was a translation of Horace's epistle to Maecenas, published when he was still 15. From that time on, his poetic language was distinguished from that of Pushkin and other contemporaries by its liberal use of majestic, solemn Slavonic archaisms.
His family tutor was Semyon Raich, a ... more »
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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 ...