A Vision Poem by Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

A Vision

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There is an hour at night full of an awesome wonder,
When universal silence o'er the whole world lies
And when the cosmic chariot rolls, wakening no thunder,
Into the sanctuary of the skies.

The dark of chaos comes, land, sky and water merging;
Sleep Atlas-like treads earth, its weight like lead;
The gods with dreams prophetic fire the virgin
Soul of the Muse; all else is dead.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Andrew Blakemore 13 December 2019

A nice succinct poem

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Edward Kofi Louis 13 December 2019

An awesome wonder! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Orbiam Simon 13 December 2019

The vision is seriously deep that I had to read over and over before gotting it.

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Aniruddha Pathak 13 December 2019

The gods with dreams prophetic fire the virgin Soul of the Muse; all else is dead.... Alluding to The Great Deluge, Great Destruction, pralaya, a lovely octave

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