Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

(5 December 1803 – 27 July 1873 / Ovstug)

Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev Poems

1. Columbus, Take Your Laurel Wreath! 5/26/2014
2. You Often Watched Him 5/26/2014
3. When The Sequence Of The Earthly Years 5/26/2014
4. There Is A Song 5/26/2014
5. O Those Eyes! I Have Them Known! 5/26/2014
6. The Heart Would Like To Be 5/26/2014
7. The Sadness Gripped My Heart 5/26/2014
8. Vision 5/26/2014
9. The Last Love 5/26/2014
10. My Soul, My Prophetic Pain 5/26/2014
11. I Love Your Dear Eyes 5/26/2014
12. The Glare! The Heat! 1/1/2004
13. The Earth A Cheerless Look Still Wears 1/1/2004
14. To K.B. 1/1/2004
15. When Life Is But A Round Of Crushing Care 1/1/2004
16. Why Moan, Why Wail You, Wind Of Night 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. Poetry 4/19/2010
29. It's There, Still There 1/1/2004
30. Don'T Say He Loves Me As Before... 4/19/2010
31. Last Love 4/19/2010
32. Reproach Me Not 1/1/2004
33. I Love The Tsarskoselsky Gardens 1/1/2004
34. In Ocean Waves There's Melody... 4/19/2010
35. How Tuneful Is The Voice Of Sea 1/1/2004
36. My Love For You, Sweet Earth 1/1/2004
37. As In The Globe Embraced By Ocean 1/1/2004
38. Say Not He Loves Me 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

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;
Bright sunshine paints the thin threads gold.

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