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violaine · 05-29-2010, 01:09 AM

Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

Glum is the sky, by night imprisoned, [9]
As over it the dark clouds creep, [8]
Not menacing or wistful is it, [9]
But plunged in dreary, torpid sleep.
Alone the streaks of lightning, bursting
Through cloud and shadow, seem to be,
As they flare up and blaze, conversing
Like deaf-mute demons soundlessly.

As at a signal, for an instant
A strip of sky is lit, and Lo! -
From out the murk the forests distant
Emerge, set suddenly aglow.
But the light dies, the darkness fleeing
That cloaks the startled, wakeful sky,
And all is still... Is a plot being
Hatched in the silent wastes on high?..

05-29-2010, 01:09 AM	#90
violaine Timed Out How Do You Identify?: atypical Preferred Pronoun?: plague words and phrases Relationship Status: love wise guys of the avian world Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: wekiva springs basin Posts: 3,236 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 9,934 Thanked 3,293 Times in 1,301 Posts Rep Power: 0	he writes in 8 and in 9 syllable counts Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev Glum is the sky, by night imprisoned, [9] As over it the dark clouds creep, [8] Not menacing or wistful is it, [9] But plunged in dreary, torpid sleep. Alone the streaks of lightning, bursting Through cloud and shadow, seem to be, As they flare up and blaze, conversing Like deaf-mute demons soundlessly. As at a signal, for an instant A strip of sky is lit, and Lo! - From out the murk the forests distant Emerge, set suddenly aglow. But the light dies, the darkness fleeing That cloaks the startled, wakeful sky, And all is still... Is a plot being Hatched in the silent wastes on high?..