Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev poems
Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev(5 December 1803 - 27 July 1873 / Ovstug)
A Vision
- by Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev 26
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.
The dark of chaos comes, land, sky and water merging;
Sleep Atlas-like treads earth, its weight like lead;
The gods with dreams prophetic fire the virgin
Soul of the Muse; all else is dead.
As In The Globe Embraced By Ocean
- by Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev 24
As is the globe embraced by ocean, soEmbraced is earthly life by dreams and fancies.
Night comes unsought, and at the shore's defences
The breakers strike blow after blow.
Their call is loud: they plead and onward urge us...
A magic boat waits in the harbour - we
Are by the tide borne off that round us surges
Into the seas' infinity.
From out the depths the sky stares, strange and boundless,
By blazing stars in all their glory lit,
And we sail on, the vastness all around us
A fathomless and fiery pit.