Fyodor Tyutchev
Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev; Фёдор Иванович Тютчев December 5 (November 23 O.S.) 1803 - July 27 (July 15 O.S.) 1873 Russian poet
How can a heart expression find?
How should another know your mind?
Will he discern what quickens you?
A thought once uttered is untrue.
After tumbling down the mountain, a stone lies in a valley.
How did it fall away? Right now, no-one knows.
Did it tear from the heights on its own?
Or was it cast down by the will of another?
Aeons have flowed by, yet no-one knows the reason why.
I love May's first storms:
chuckling, sporting spring
grumbles in mock anger;
young thunder claps.
Russia cannot be understood with the mind alone,
No ordinary yardstick can span her greatness:
She stands alone, unique –
In Russia, one can only believe.
Separation has this lofty meaning:
if love lasts years, if but a day it takes,
love's just a dream and we're a moment dreaming,
and whether early, whether late the waking,
the time must finally arrive when we awake.
From short poems
- Silentium!
How can a heart expression find?
How should another know your mind?
Will he discern what quickens you?
A thought once uttered is untrue.
- Problème
After tumbling down the mountain, a stone lies in a valley.
How did it fall away? Right now, no-one knows.
Did it tear from the heights on its own?
Or was it cast down by the will of another?
Aeons have flowed by, yet no-one knows the reason why.
- A Spring Storm
I love May's first storms:
chuckling, sporting spring
grumbles in mock anger;
young thunder claps.
- Russia cannot be understood with the mind alone...
Russia cannot be understood with the mind alone,
No ordinary yardstick can span her greatness:
She stands alone, unique –
In Russia, one can only believe.
- Separation has this lofty meaning...
Separation has this lofty meaning:
if love lasts years, if but a day it takes,
love's just a dream and we're a moment dreaming,
and whether early, whether late the waking,
the time must finally arrive when we awake.