Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
Born in December 5, 1803 / Died in July 27, 1873 / Russian Federation / Russian
Poems by Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
Poetry
... A heavenly creature to earth's son ...
"Just as the ocean cradles our earth's orb..."
... The heavenly vault, ablaze with glorious stars, ...
My Love For You, Sweet Earth
... And watch the clouds drift slowly, calmly ...
"She sat upon the floor..."
... As if in the presence of a dear ghost ...
"Don't say he loves me as before..."
... .. Oh, drawing breath is difficult and painful, ...
Last Love
... But in our hearts some tenderness still reigns ...
Silentium
... drowned in the noise of day, unheard&hellip ...
The Glare! The Heat!
... Life, like a bird shot down, strains wildly ...
"Nature is a Sphinx..."
... Is all the more destructive to mankind ...
Reproach Me Not
... A wretched sorcerer, who doubts himself and stifles ...
Why Moan, Why Wail You, Wind Of Night
... In tongue known to the heart, of pain &emsp ...
A Vision
... And when the cosmic chariot rolls, wakening no thunder, ...
As In The Globe Embraced By Ocean
... From out the depths the sky stares, strange and boundless, ...
Spring Storm
... When springtime's boisterous, firstborn thunder ...
How Tuneful Is The Voice Of Sea
... And in the reed's light, rhythmic tremour ...
