Fyodor Tyutchev
- Longing, desires still ravage..., by Frank Jude
Fëdor Tjutčev (italiano)
- Ancora mi struggo per l’angoscia dei desideri..., Eridano Bazzarelli
«Exegi monumentum1 Öyle bir anıt diktim ki kendime, / Yapılamaz insan eliyle. / Yığınla insan da birikmeyecek önünde. / Uysal başı anıtımın, / Aleksandr'ın sütununu çoktan geçti. Hayır, tümüyle ölmeyeceğim. / Ruhum, Kutsal lirimle kalarak, / Kurtulurken çürüme...»
«February. Get your ink and weep. / Write about February in sobs, / So long as squelching slush and sleet / Burn with the spring of blackened blobs. Then hire a cab. Through peals of church bells, / Through joyous screeches of the wheels, / To where the downpour thunders loudest / And dr...»
«I drink the bitterness of primroses and autumn skies, / They hold the burning torrents of your faithlessness: / The bitterness of evenings, nights, and human crowds, / I drink my sobbing stanzas’ sodden bitterness. To workshops incubi — all soberness is foe. / We hate the safety of the ...»
«I winced. Catching fire, I shivered with cold, / Just made a proposal of marriage. Too late — / I was nervous and frightened; her answer was no. — / I am grieved with her tears. And more blessed than a saint! I went out on the square. It seemed I was born / for a second time. Each insig...»