Afanasy Afanasyevich Fet
Who is Afanasy Afanasyevich Fet
Afanasy Afanasyevich Fet (Russian: Афана́сий Афана́сьевич Фет, IPA: [ɐfɐˈnasʲɪj ɐfɐˈnasʲjɪvʲɪtɕ ˈfʲɛt] (listen)), later known as Shenshin (Russian: Шенши́н, IPA: [ʂɨnˈʂɨn] (listen); 5 December [O.S. 23 November] 1820 – 3 December [O.S. 21 November] 1892), was a renowned Russian poet regarded as the finest master of lyric verse in Russian literature.
Biography
Afanasy Fet was born on 5 December 1820 to Afanasy Shenshin, a 44-year-old Russian landlord from Mtsensk, and Charlotte Becker, a 22-year-old daughter of Karl Becker, a German inn-keeper. While staying with them during his visit to Germany, Shenshin fell in love with Charlotte, who agreed to follow him to Russia. Pregnant with her second child, she divorced...
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Afanasy Afanasyevich Fet Poems
- I Have Come To You Delighted
I have come to you, delighted,
To tell you that sun has risen,
That its light has warmly started
To fulfil on leaves its dancing;
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- My Face Turned Upwards To The Sky
My face turned upwards to the sky
One summer night I lay upon some hay
A lively close-knit starry chorus
Was flickering all around.
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- Nightingales, A Sigh, A Whisper
Nightingales, a sigh, a whisper
In a shady nook
And the lullaby in silver
Of a lazy brook.
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- Never
I wake. Yes, it's a coffin lid.-With effort
I reach my hands out and I call
For help. Yes, I recall the tortures
Of dying.-Yes, this is no dream!-
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- With One Firm Thrust
With one firm thrust to force the boat of living
From off the sands, and, by a wave tossed high,
Be toward a new life borne, a new beginning,
To feel the wind from scented shores sweep nigh,
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- Obituary_bot: afanasy fet, 72 (russian author and poet)
1820—1892
afanasy afanasyevich fet), later known as shenshin; 5 december 1820 – 3 december 1892), was a renowned russian poet regarded as the finest master of lyric verse in russian literature
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- Michelleassor: quote from the poem, 'what grief the alley's end',
by afanasy afanasyevich fet (regarded as the greatest russian lyric poet).
what grief! the alley's end
is lost in snow again today,
and once again, the silver snakes
are crawling through the snow.
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