Tyutchev and Turgenev in their late 40s
Tyutchev (1803-1873) wrote this poem in July 1850, at 46, possibly still in the grip of depression but already on the brink of a new life (which would end in a series of disasters in 1864-5). I thought of it…
The Dilettante abides
The Dilettante abides
Tyutchev (1803-1873) wrote this poem in July 1850, at 46, possibly still in the grip of depression but already on the brink of a new life (which would end in a series of disasters in 1864-5). I thought of it…
Fyodor Tyutchev is customarily ranked half a notch below Pushkin and Lermontov in the Russian literary tradition — along with Afanasy Fet (Foeth), the last of the Golden Age of Russian poetry. Ask the wise, and you may hear that…
The clock’s inexorable strokes, Night’s agonizing tale! A language alien equally to all And clear to everyone like Conscience. Of us, who could ungrieving heed Midst universal silence The hollow groans of Time, The oracular, the parting voice? And thus…