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. The Heart Would Like To Be 5/26/2014
6. The Sadness Gripped My Heart 5/26/2014
7. Vision 5/26/2014
8. The Glare! The Heat! 1/1/2004
9. The Last Love 5/26/2014
10. O Those Eyes! I Have Them Known! 5/26/2014
11. My Soul, My Prophetic Pain 5/26/2014
12. The Earth A Cheerless Look Still Wears 1/1/2004
13. To K.B. 1/1/2004
14. I Love Your Dear Eyes 5/26/2014
15. Why Moan, Why Wail You, Wind Of Night 1/1/2004
16. When Life Is But A Round Of Crushing Care 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. Here, At A Meagre Earth 1/1/2004
21. Problème 4/19/2010
22. Spring Storm 1/1/2004
23. Cicero 4/19/2010
24. She Sat Upon The Floor... 4/19/2010
25. Nature Is A Sphinx... 4/19/2010
26. Gum Is The Sky 1/1/2004
27. It's There, Still There 1/1/2004
28. O, How Our Love Is Murderous 4/19/2010
29. Poetry 4/19/2010
30. In Ocean Waves There's Melody... 4/19/2010
31. Don'T Say He Loves Me As Before... 4/19/2010
32. Reproach Me Not 1/1/2004
33. I Love The Tsarskoselsky Gardens 1/1/2004
34. How Tuneful Is The Voice Of Sea 1/1/2004
35. Last Love 4/19/2010
36. Say Not He Loves Me 1/1/2004
37. As In The Globe Embraced By Ocean 1/1/2004
38. Elysium Of Shades 1/1/2004
39. All Day She Quiet Lay 1/1/2004
40. My Love For You, Sweet Earth 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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