Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
Born in December 5, 1803 / Died in July 27, 1873 / Russian Federation / Russian
Poems by Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
It's There, Still There
... It's there, still there, a past love's madness, ...
Elysium Of Shades
... Their joys and griefs, their aims and their endeavours ...
There Is A Spell In Autumn
... But winter's angry winds not soon will start to blow - ...
" Nature is not as you imagine her..."
... ....... Observe the leaves and flowers on a tree: ...
Say Not He Loves Me
... Resentment, anger, tears, a pain now fierce, now muffled - ...
"O, how our love is murderous..."
... . . The surging crowd's ground in the dirt ...
The Earth A Cheerless Look Still Wears
... Though nature sleeps, through its dull slumber, ...
I Love The Tsarskoselsky Gardens
... The skies are grey, by not a star lit&hellip ...
Autumn Evening
... Lie veiled and bleak, the sun's departure mourning, ...
Cicero
... . . Blessed are they who sojourned here ...
To K.B.
... Just as spring's breath may soft come stealing ...
Here, At A Meagre Earth
... And listless stare the dull grey skies, ...
"In ocean waves there's melody..."
... There's harmony within the clash of elements, ...
All Day She Quiet Lay
... To watch you die, and live! How did my heart not burst, ...
When Life Is But A Round Of Crushing Care
... Of balmy air A breath comes from the past and, o'er us drifting, ...
