Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

(5 December 1803 – 27 July 1873 / Ovstug)

Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev Poems

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


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 ...

Read the full of Silentium

Reproach Me Not

Reproach me not e'en if I earn your indignation;
Know: of us two you are to be more envied far.
Unlike my love for you, yours is sincere, unmarred
By jealousy's mistrust, its rancour and vexation.

A wretched sorcerer, who doubts himself and stifles
Faith in the magic world by his own efforts wrought
I know myself to be... I am - O bitter thought!-
Of your warm, living soul the idol cold and lifeless.

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