Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev World Poems

  • 1.
    Nature is not as you imagine her:
    She's not a mold, nor yet a soulless mask-
    She is made up of soul and freedom
    She is made up of love and speech . . .
    ...
  • 2.
    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.
    ...
  • 3.
    Why moan, why wail you, wind of night,
    With such despair, such frenzied madness?
    Why is your voice now full of might,
    Now piteous and tinged with sadness?
    ...
  • 4.
    There is an hour at night full of an awesome wonder,
    When universal silence o'er the whole world lies
    And when the cosmic chariot rolls, wakening no thunder,
    Into the sanctuary of the skies.
    ...
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  • 6.
    Columbus, take your laurel wreath!
    You've done the map of whole Earth and Nations
    And finished to the end the list
    Of deals, unfinished in the word's creation.
    ...
  • 7.
    The sadness gripped my heart - and dimly
    Came the remembrance of the old,
    When all was going well and simply,
    And life - a dream of the real world.
    ...
  • 8.
    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
    ...
  • 9.
    My love for you, sweet Earth, my mother,
    I cannot hide - I do not crave
    The phantom pleasures of that other,
    That spectral world beyond the grave.
    ...
Total 9 World Poems by Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

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