Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

(5 December 1803 – 27 July 1873 / Ovstug)

Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev Poems

41. Autumn Evening 1/1/2004
42. A Vision 1/1/2004
43. Silentium 1/1/2004

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  • Patti Masterman (9/17/2012 7:06:00 PM)

    Yea Silentium rhymes beautifully and it was translated into English! ! ?

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  • Elena V. Moonray (12/12/2005 9:09:00 PM)

    I would like to find out who did the translations of his poems. Really nicely done.

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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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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