Here you will find thePoemShe sat upon the floor...of poet Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
She sat upon the floor Looking through a pile of letters, She took them up and tossed them Like so many cold ashes. She took the familiar pages And gazed at them strangely, The way souls look from above At their discarded bodies . . . O, how much life was in them, Life irrevocably lived! O, how many bitter moments, How much love and joy now dead! . . . I stood silently aside Ready to fall on my knees, And I grew terribly sad, As if in the presence of a dear ghost.
