[Whispering. A Timid Sigh]Author(s): A. A. Fet and R. M. HewittSource: The Slavonic and East European Review, Vol. 15, No. 43 (Jul., 1936), p. 43Published by: the Modern Humanities Research Association and University College London, School ofSlavonic and East European StudiesStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/4203191 .

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POETRY

SILENTIUM

Translated from the Russian of FEDOR TYUTCHEV by R. M. HEWITT

Be no word spoken. Hide away Thought and feeling day by day. Let them rise and pour their light And set like planets in the night, Unheralded, unpraised, unheard. Watch them, love them, say no word.

Heart knows not to speak with heart. Song and speech can ne'er impart Faith by which we live and die; A thought once spoken is a lie. Unbroken, undefiled, unstirred Thy fountain: drink, and say no word.

Live within thyself, and be In a world of faerie, Of magic thoughts that hide away From the noise and glare of day, Delicate airs on earth unheard. Mark them, love them, say no word.

Translated from the Russian of A. A. FET by R. M. HEWITT

Whispering. A timid sigh. A nightingale that trills.

Silver, and a lullaby From the unseen rills.

Twilight with a deepening blue. Darkness falls apace.

Beauty yields to beauties new On her enchanted face.

Roses when the greyness clears, That amber drives away.

And love, and love again, and tears, And the break of day.

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POETRY

SILENTIUM

Translated from the Russian of FEDOR TYUTCHEV by R. M. HEWITT

Be no word spoken. Hide away Thought and feeling day by day. Let them rise and pour their light And set like planets in the night, Unheralded, unpraised, unheard. Watch them, love them, say no word.

Heart knows not to speak with heart. Song and speech can ne'er impart Faith by which we live and die; A thought once spoken is a lie. Unbroken, undefiled, unstirred Thy fountain: drink, and say no word.

Live within thyself, and be In a world of faerie, Of magic thoughts that hide away From the noise and glare of day, Delicate airs on earth unheard. Mark them, love them, say no word.

Translated from the Russian of A. A. FET by R. M. HEWITT

Whispering. A timid sigh. A nightingale that trills.

Silver, and a lullaby From the unseen rills.

Twilight with a deepening blue. Darkness falls apace.

Beauty yields to beauties new On her enchanted face.

Roses when the greyness clears, That amber drives away.

And love, and love again, and tears, And the break of day.

43

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