Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev Poems

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Nature Is A Sphinx...

Nature's a Sphinx. And her ordeal
Is all the more destructive to mankind
Because, perhaps, she has no riddle.
Nor did she ever have one.


Having rolled done a mountain, a rock lies in a valley. -
Why did it fall? Nowadays no one knows -

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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?

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

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.