Fyodor Tyutchev
- A december morning, by Frank Jude
Fjodor Tjuttschew (deutsch)
- Dezembermorgen, Johan Evers
Fjodor Tjoettsjev (nederlands)
- Decembermorgen, Johan Evers
«A meagre beam in a cold measure / Scatters light in the damp forest. / The sorrow is like a grey bird / That I carry slowly in my heart. What shall I do with this wounded bird? / The firmament has fallen silent, died; / From the misty steeple / Someone has taken down the bells. And thi...»
«Up out of an evil clinging pool / I grew, whispering like a reed, / Breathing the forbidden life / Passionately, languidly and tenderly. And I bend over back into the cold refuge of the swamp, / Marked by no-one, / Met by the welcoming rustle / Of the brief autumnal moments. I'm happy...»
«The dull air is moist and resounding; / In the forest it is good and no danger. / Once again I will bear obediently / My light cross of solitary walks. And once again a reproach to my heartless fatherland / Will fly up like a wild duck, / It is a gloomy life I take part in / Where every...»
«O let me go, Voronezh, O return me: / You will drop me, Voronezh, or neglect me, / You will let fall me down or put me back, — / Voronezh — whim, Voronezh — raven, knife...»