Summary “Sweeps a blizzard”
Each image of Esenin’s poetry contains a definition of some idea. In this case, the poet, enjoying the beauty of the renewed with the advent of the spring of the earth, for himself does not want any changes. He is tuned to contemplate the divine beauty of the world. And here you can feel the poet’s longing for the fact that his youth passed, the best years were left behind.
The poet describes the spring in unusually bright colors: the blue May, the silence, the sticky smell of wormwood, sleeping in a white cape of bird cherry.
In the window through the thin curtains looks the errant moon, which on the floor draws lacy patterns;
The poet is alone in his upper room, reflects on his life, which is sweet to him / As a pleasant memory of a friend; He looks at the blooming
A garden that looks like a foamy fire, and this picture leads him to the idea that everyone should experience a feeling of love. But the author does not consider himself to these people
I accept – come and appear,
All appear, in what is the pain and joy… Peace to you, life noisy.
Peace to you, blue coolness.
If we talk about the color scheme of this poem, it should be noted that in it the poet used one of his most favorite colors: blue, blue, white.
Esenin’s favorite epithets are blue; and blue; – immutable companions of the Motherland, Rus and the youth of the poet.
Esenin’s lyrics attract attention to the extraordinary spirituality of the natural world, which is always in motion. Nature in the image of the poet is endowed with human feelings: she cries, laughs, sobs, smiles. Often the image of nature looks fabulous, magical. This is the winter forest in the poem Porosh;
The lyrical hero talks about what he sees in the winter forest, where only cries of crows violate peace and quiet:
The forest sleeps under the dream tale,
Like a white kerchief Tied a pine.
Pine, like an old woman, leaned on a stick,
The horse of the lyrical hero quickly jumps in space, the road seems endless, running away in a ribbon.
Particularly interesting in this poem is the image of a pine-old woman. It is so covered with snow, as if tied up with a handkerchief.
Pine bent under the weight of snow, just as an old woman leans on a stick.
Comparisons of the phenomena of nature with man in Esenin’s lyrics are generally frequent, but in this case they simply amaze readers with the extraordinary accuracy of the created image.
The poem is a landscape sketch of the night time of the day. Forest, stream, valley, river-All nature looks alive, because it experiences the same feelings as a person.
The poet draws a picture of the approach of the night: a tired day was bent towards the night; the wave, noisy by day, now subsided, the sun went out, the moon appeared in the sky.
A quiet valley listens to the murmur of a stream, and the dark forest slumbers to the singing of a nightingale. The picture is complemented by the description of the river:
Listening to the songs, with the banks, While caressing, the river whispers.
And the soft rustling of reeds is heard softly over her.
The poem conveys a sense of peace, the tranquility of nature after a noisy day. Yesenin humanizes nature – like a man, she gets tired by the night, the wave subsides, the forest slumbers, and the river, caressing with the banks, whispers. And the task of the poet is to consider all this, to capture.
It sweeps the snowstorm – .;
The poet himself repeatedly confirmed that his poetry has folklore sources. Rhythmic drawing of the poem Sweeps the blizzard…, like many other poems, is similar to the native songs and ditties.
The blizzard sweeps the white path; The snow is so soft that you want to drown in them. In the forest you can not pass nor drive. In a village with a white pellicle, a Christmas carol:
Get out of the way Come on!
The blizzard was frightened and ran away, and the wind followed, after dropping the cap at the same time. In the morning the crows hung that hat on the birch bough.
The nature of Esenin is always on the move. Such a perception of the surrounding reality, such a conception, found in poetic images, the poet drew in folk tales, beliefs, mythology.
The Bird’s Poem; filled with bright colors of spring, and the bird cherry image created by Esenin is akin to the image of a young girl. The language of the poem is unusually musical, and the intonation is Upbeat.
The poet at the beginning of the poem talks about the changes that have taken place with the bird cherry in the spring:
Bird cherry fragrant With the spring blossom And the branches are golden,
Not only the bird cherry tree, but all the surrounding world revived, blossomed with the advent of spring: around the bird-cherry dew honey / Slides along the bark, in silver; the green is shining. At its roots a silver stream flows;
The bird cherry stands hung up, its green is golden; it burns in the sun. And so fascinated by the world, that the stream gives her branches a wave of rattles; and sings songs insinuatingly;
The poem is filled with bright, rich colors: describing the spring nature, the poet uses epithets of silver, in silver, gold, golden ;.
Thus, he emphasizes all the richness and richness of the colors of spring nature.
Esenin, like no other, managed to revive in his works ordinary objects, phenomena of the natural world. And it is no accident-Sergei Yesenin with all his heart belonged to his native land and its nature.
And none of the other poets has such penetratingly admired lines dedicated to the Russian tree itself-Bereza.
The author of the poem describes a birch tree under its window. It is sprinkled like silver, with snow. At its branches with a snowy fringe / Brushes opened / White fringe ;. Like gold, it burns snowflakes. Dawn, lazily / circling around; sprinkles with new silver; birch.
The beauty of the birch Yesenin transmits with the help of rich colors – silver and gold. The tree looks truly royal – framed by a fringe of snow, it is poured in gold or silver. Thus, the poet emphasized the beauty of the birch and its invaluable value for every Russian soul.
On the pages of the early Yesenin lyric poetry we see a modest but always beautiful, majestic and dear to the heart of the poet’s landscape of the Central Russian strip: compressed fields, a red-yellow bonfire of an autumn grove, a birch fringe, a fragrant bird cherry. The poet feels himself part of his native nature and is ready to merge with it forever.