Analysis of Tyutchev's poem “I love your eyes, my friend ....

21.09.2019

I love your eyes my friend
With the game of their fiery-wonderful,
When you suddenly lift x
And, like lightning from heaven,
Take a quick circle...

But there is a stronger charm:
Downcast eyes
In moments of passionate kissing,
And through lowered eyelashes
Gloomy, dim fire of desire.

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In life Fyodor Tyutchev there were four women, for each of whom he had very tender and lofty feelings. His first marriage to the German countess Eleanor Peterson was so happy and serene that for two long decades this woman became his only muse. During this period, the poet dedicated all his poems in the genre of love lyrics to the chosen one, whom he considered ideal in every way. Everything in his wife delighted him - facial expressions, laughter, the tilt of the head and, in particular, the eyes, which were able to convey the whole gamut of feelings and emotions. In 1836, Tyutchev wrote a poem in which he tried to recreate the captivating image of his wife, who was able to win his heart with just a glance.

The poet characterizes the play of the eyes of this woman as "fiery-wonderful." She can be bold and defiant, or reminiscent of heavenly lightning, when her beloved looks around "quickly the whole circle." However, the poet is much more impressed by the “eyes downcast”, in which one can read indecision, embarrassment, excitement and hidden passion. At this moment, the chosen one is full of special charm, which is characteristic of only a few women endowed with a bright temperament. They are like a volcano and it is never possible to predict what might happen in the next moment. This is what so delights the poet in his wife, who with just a glance can kindle in him “a gloomy, dull fire of desire” and give unforgettable moments of pleasure.

Being a passionate and amorous person, Tyutchev In his life, he attached great importance to the little things. One gesture could tell him much more about a person than thousands of words devoid of meaning and truth. Therefore, the poet preferred to "read" women in the eyes, but at the same time he admitted that his wife Eleanor, even after many years of marriage, is a "closed book" for him. In an attempt to find the cherished key to her soul, the poet spent a lot of time in the company of his chosen ones, watching her stealthily and each time never tired of being amazed at how multifaceted and unpredictable this woman is. But over time, Tyutchev nevertheless learned to catch the mood of his beloved by a slight flutter of eyelashes or an eyebrow curved in mockery, and rightfully considered this his small victory. As for Eleanor Peterson, until her death she preferred to remain a mystery to her husband, and took the secret of her heart to the grave.

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“I love your eyes, my friend ...” Fyodor Tyutchev

I love your eyes my friend
With the game of their fiery-wonderful,
When you suddenly lift x
And, like lightning from heaven,
Take a quick circle...

But there is a stronger charm:
Downcast eyes
In moments of passionate kissing,
And through lowered eyelashes
Gloomy, dim fire of desire.

Analysis of Tyutchev's poem "I love your eyes, my friend ..."

In the life of Fyodor Tyutchev there were four women, for each of whom he experienced very tender and lofty feelings. His first marriage to the German countess Eleanor Peterson was so happy and serene that for two long decades this woman became his only muse. During this period, the poet dedicated all his poems in the genre of love lyrics to the chosen one, whom he considered ideal in every way. Everything in his wife delighted him - facial expressions, laughter, the tilt of the head and, in particular, the eyes, which were able to convey the whole gamut of feelings and emotions. In 1836, Tyutchev wrote the poem "I love your eyes, my friend ...", in which he tried to recreate the captivating image of his wife, who was able to win his heart with just a glance.

The poet characterizes the play of the eyes of this woman as "fiery-wonderful." She can be bold and defiant, or reminiscent of heavenly lightning, when her beloved looks around "quickly the whole circle." However, the poet is much more impressed by the “eyes downcast”, in which one can read indecision, embarrassment, excitement and hidden passion. At this moment, Tyutchev's chosen one is full of special charm, which is characteristic of only a few women endowed with a bright temperament. They are like a volcano and it is never possible to predict what might happen in the next moment. This is what so delights the poet in his wife, who with just a glance can kindle in him “a gloomy, dull fire of desire” and give unforgettable moments of pleasure.

Being a passionate and amorous man, Tyutchev attached great importance to trifles in his life. One gesture could tell him much more about a person than thousands of words, devoid of meaning and truth. Therefore, the poet preferred to "read" women in the eyes, but at the same time he admitted that his wife Eleanor, even after many years of marriage, is a "closed book" for him. In an attempt to find the cherished key to her soul, the poet spent a lot of time in the company of his chosen ones, watching her stealthily and each time never tired of being amazed at how multifaceted and unpredictable this woman is. But over time, Tyutchev nevertheless learned to catch the mood of his beloved by a slight flutter of eyelashes or an eyebrow curved in mockery, and rightfully considered this his small victory. As for Eleanor Peterson, until her death she preferred to remain a mystery to her husband, and took the secret of her heart to the grave.

Fedor Ivanovich Tyutchev

I love your eyes my friend
With the game of their fiery-wonderful,
When you suddenly lift x
And, like lightning from heaven,
Take a quick circle...

But there is a stronger charm:
Downcast eyes
In moments of passionate kissing,
And through lowered eyelashes
Gloomy, dim fire of desire.

Eleanor Peterson - Tyutcheva. Watercolor by P. Sokolov

In the life of Fyodor Tyutchev there were four women, for each of whom he experienced very tender and lofty feelings. His first marriage to the German countess Eleanor Peterson was so happy and serene that for two long decades this woman became his only muse. During this period, the poet dedicated all his poems in the genre of love lyrics to the chosen one, whom he considered ideal in every way. Everything in his wife delighted him - facial expressions, laughter, head tilt and, in particular, eyes that were able to convey the whole gamut of feelings and emotions. In 1836, Tyutchev wrote the poem "I love your eyes, my friend ...", in which he tried to recreate the captivating image of his wife, who was able to win his heart with just a glance.

The poet characterizes the play of the eyes of this woman as "fiery-wonderful." She can be bold and defiant, or reminiscent of heavenly lightning, when her beloved looks around "quickly the whole circle." However, the poet is much more impressed by the “eyes downcast”, in which one can read indecision, embarrassment, excitement and hidden passion. At this moment, Tyutchev's chosen one is full of special charm, which is characteristic of only a few women endowed with a bright temperament. They are like a volcano and it is never possible to predict what might happen in the next moment. This is what so delights the poet in his wife, who with just a glance can kindle in him “a gloomy, dull fire of desire” and give unforgettable moments of pleasure.

Being a passionate and amorous man, Tyutchev attached great importance to trifles in his life. One gesture could tell him much more about a person than thousands of words, devoid of meaning and truth. Therefore, the poet preferred to "read" women in the eyes, but at the same time he admitted that his wife Eleanor, even after many years of marriage, is a "closed book" for him. In an attempt to find the cherished key to her soul, the poet spent a lot of time in the company of his chosen one, watching her stealthily and each time never tired of being amazed at how versatile and unpredictable this woman is. But over time, Tyutchev nevertheless learned to catch the mood of his beloved by a slight flutter of eyelashes or an eyebrow curved in mockery, and rightfully considered this his small victory. As for Eleanor Peterson, until her death she preferred to remain a mystery to her husband, and took the secret of her heart to the grave.