Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

(5 December 1803 – 27 July 1873 / Ovstug)

Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev Poems

1. Columbus, Take Your Laurel Wreath! 5/26/2014
2. When The Sequence Of The Earthly Years 5/26/2014
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. You Often Watched Him 5/26/2014
9. The Sadness Gripped My Heart 5/26/2014
10. Vision 5/26/2014
11. I Love Your Dear Eyes 5/26/2014
12. The Glare! The Heat! 1/1/2004
13. To K.B. 1/1/2004
14. The Earth A Cheerless Look Still Wears 1/1/2004
15. There Is A Spell In Autumn 1/1/2004
16. Why Moan, Why Wail You, Wind Of Night 1/1/2004
17. When Life Is But A Round Of Crushing Care 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. Cicero 4/19/2010
21. Spring Storm 1/1/2004
22. O, How Our Love Is Murderous 4/19/2010
23. Here, At A Meagre Earth 1/1/2004
24. Problème 4/19/2010
25. Nature Is A Sphinx... 4/19/2010
26. She Sat Upon The Floor... 4/19/2010
27. In Ocean Waves There's Melody... 4/19/2010
28. Gum Is The Sky 1/1/2004
29. Don'T Say He Loves Me As Before... 4/19/2010
30. Last Love 4/19/2010
31. It's There, Still There 1/1/2004
32. I Love The Tsarskoselsky Gardens 1/1/2004
33. Poetry 4/19/2010
34. How Tuneful Is The Voice Of Sea 1/1/2004
35. Reproach Me Not 1/1/2004
36. As In The Globe Embraced By Ocean 1/1/2004
37. Say Not He Loves Me 1/1/2004
38. My Love For You, Sweet Earth 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

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 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 ...

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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.
Withdrawn she lay, plunged deep in conscious thought,
And listened to the rushing, singing water.

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