Fyodor Tyutchev: Russian Romantic poet.
November 23, 1803- July 15, 1873
- 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
- that set before the night is blurred:
- delight in them and speak no word.
- How can a heart expression find?
- How should another know your mind?
- Will he discern what quickens you?
- A thought, once uttered, is untrue.
- Dimmed is the fountainhead when stirred:
- drink at the source and speak no word.
- Live in your inner self alone
- within your soul a world has grown,
- the magic of veiled thoughts that might
- be blinded by the outer light,
- drowned in the noise of day, unheard…
- take in their song and speak no word.
- -Fyodor Tyutchev
All Day She Quiet Lay
|All day she quiet lay, lost in a trance,
The closing shadows all of her embracing…
The madcap rain of summer frisked and pranced,
At leaves it drummed, down garden paths went racing.And slowly, slowly she revived and sought
To hear its voice, its warm and merry patter.
Withdrawn she lay, plunged deep in conscious thought,
And listened to the rushing, singing water.Then suddenly she sighed and spoke; I heard…
(I was alive, alive through force of habit)
The softly whispered, simple, broken words:
“O how I loved it all, O how I loved it!”You loved… To love so well none ever durst…
Then, even such love fades, to be it ceases…
To watch you die, and live! How did my heart not burst,
Not break, O God, into a thousand pieces!-Fyodor Tyutchev