Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
Poems of Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
|2.||All Day She Quiet Lay||1/1/2004|
|3.||As In The Globe Embraced By Ocean||1/1/2004|
|6.||Columbus, Take Your Laurel Wreath!||5/26/2014|
|7.||Don't say he loves me as before...||4/19/2010|
|8.||Elysium Of Shades||1/1/2004|
|9.||Gum Is The Sky||1/1/2004|
|10.||Here, At A Meagre Earth||1/1/2004|
|11.||How Tuneful Is The Voice Of Sea||1/1/2004|
|12.||I Love The Tsarskoselsky Gardens||1/1/2004|
|13.||I Love Your Dear Eyes||5/26/2014|
|14.||In ocean waves there's melody...||4/19/2010|
|15.||It's There, Still There||1/1/2004|
|16.||Just as the ocean cradles our earth's orb...||4/19/2010|
|18.||My Love For You, Sweet Earth||1/1/2004|
|19.||My Soul, My Prophetic Pain||5/26/2014|
|20.||Nature is a Sphinx...||4/19/2010|
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Withdrawn she lay, plunged deep in conscious thought,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.