Afanasy Fet Poems
1833
1840
1842
- At my window pane...
- Ave Maria
- Do not abandon me now...
- Do not wake her at dawn
- I am bored with perpetual verbiage on all that is fine and gracious
- I’m waiting... Trill of nightingale is...
- Marvelous night picture...
- Storms in the evening skies...
- So little and so dainty and slender...
1843
1844
1846
1847
- Look, outside my window the vine is spreading so fast...
- Share with me your dreams of living...
- Sheltered by a crimson awning...
- Spleen
- What an evening! Streamlets run...
1850
1853
1854
- How it is fresh beneath a shady lime-tree!..
- Pine-trees
- Storm
- Swallows have already gone...
- The First Lily of the Valley
- What a cold autumn!..
1855
1856
1857
- A wondrous Moscow day in May...
- Flowers
- My face turned upwards to the sky...
- What a night! How pure the air...
- The spring rain
1859
- I’ll go along a familiar path to meet them...
- Like a bright sun a bonfire flares up in the forest...
- Oh, how sweet it is to breathe...
- Reverie
1862
1864
1877
1878
- Alter ego ✍️️
1879
1882
1883
1884
1885
1886
1887
- In strange greetings...
- When you were reading those tormented lines...
- Mine Was the Madness
- All, all that once was mine is mine for ever...
1888
1890
- Loving, I am still dumbfounded...
- To the Stars that have gone out
- Suspecting not yours, but a prompted reply...
- The September Rose
- While lounging in a chair, I looked up at the ceiling...
Afanassi Fet, gedichte (deutsch)
1840
1842
- Wie traurig schaut die Birke...
- In der Frühe, da wecke sie nicht...
- O, ich weiß, du holde Kleine...
- Wundervolles Bildnis...
- Sturm hoch am Abendhimmel...
1843
- Brumme nicht, mein Schmusekater...
- Ich stand lange Zeit unbeweglich...
- Ferne
- Grüssend kam ich dir zu bringen...
1847
1850
1854
1855
1856
1857
1859
1861
1870
1874
1878
1879
1884
1891
in frenchAfanassi Fet, des poèmes (français)
1842
- Ne la réveille pas à l’aurore...
- Les étoiles
- Je suis las de parler du sublime et du beau...
- J’attends. L’écho du rossignol...
- Magnifique tableau...
- Les mots ne peuvent rien, amie, les baisers seuls...