Saturday, February 15, 2014

Russian Poetry: Siletium! by Fyodor Tyutchev

(from Russian Poets, reviewed earlier. Note, the translation below is actually from Nabokov, which I much prefer over the one by C. Tomlinson in the book)

by Fyodor Tyutchev (translated by V. Nabokov)

Speak not, lie hidden, and conceal
the way you dream, the things you feel.
Deep in your spirit let them rise,
akin to stars in crystal skies
that set before the night is blurred:
delight in them and speak no word.

How can a heart expression find?
How should another know your mind?
Will he discern what quickens you?
A thought once uttered is untrue.
Dimmed is the fountainhead when stirred:
drink at the source and speak no word.

Live in your inner self alone
within your soul a world has grown,
the magic of veiled thoughts that might
 be blinded by the outer light,
drowned in the noise of day, unheard...
take in their song and speak no word.


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