O, how our love is murderous (Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev Poems)
O, how our love is murderous,The dearer something is to usThe surer are we to destroy itIn passion's savage blindness!Was ...
O, how our love is murderous,The dearer something is to usThe surer are we to destroy itIn passion's savage blindness!Was ...
Nature is not as you imagine her:She's not a mold, nor yet a soulless mask-She is made up of soul ...
* * *O, how our love is murderous,The dearer something is to usThe surer are we to destroy itIn passion's ...
You're here again - and of a suddenA warmth long gone floods my dead heart,And all I thought forgot, unbiddenReturns, ...
The earth a cheerless look still wears,But spring's breath is already swayingThe dead stalks in the field and playingWith boughs ...
My love for you, sweet Earth, my mother,I cannot hide - I do not craveThe phantom pleasures of that other,That ...
O, how in our waning days We love more tenderly and more obsessively. . . Shine on, shine on, the ...
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