Fyodor Tyutchev

Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev (Russian: Фёдор Иванович Тютчев; December 5 (November 23 O.S.) 1803 - July 27 (July 15 O.S.) 1873) was a Russian poet and statesman.

Fyodor Tyutchev (1867)

Quotes

• How can a heart expression find?
  How should another know your mind?
  Will he discern what quickens you?
  A thought once uttered is untrue.
  • Silentium!

• 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.
  • Problème

• I love May's first storms:
  chuckling, sporting spring
  grumbles in mock anger;
  young thunder claps.
  • A Spring Storm

• 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.
  • Separation has this lofty meaning...

• Who would grasp Russia with the mind?
  For her no yardstick was created:
  Her soul is of a special kind,
  By faith alone appreciated.
  • Who would grasp Russia with the mind? (1866), translated by John Dewey

External links

• Tiutcheviana