S. A. Yesenin is known as a poet who sang the beauty of Russian nature and love for a woman. Like no one else, the theme of love sounds very bright, bewitching and, in most cases, sad. The peculiarity of love is that it shows two sides of feelings: happiness and the following sadness and disappointment. The loving poet dedicated poems to many women, each of them was unique for him, so each poem sounds special.
Objects of love poems
The peculiarity of Yesenin’s love lyrics cannot be understood without learning about the women to whom the poet dedicated his poems. Yesenin had a reputation not only as a riotous hooligan, but also as a Don Juan, who had many women. Of course, a poetic nature cannot live without love, and that’s what Yesenin was. In his own poems, he admitted that not a single woman loved him, and he, too, was in love more than once. One of the poet’s first bright hobbies was Anna Sardanovskaya. Then 15-year-old Seryozha fell in love and dreamed that, having reached a certain age, he would marry her. It was about Anna’s house that the poet said: “Low house with blue shutters, I will never forget you.”
It should be said that it was not always possible to accurately determine from the poet’s lyrics which woman became the addressee. For example, the heroine of the poem "Anna Snegina" has three prototypes at once: Anna Sardanovskaya, Lydia Kashina, Olga Sno. Yesenin had very vivid memories of his first steps in the literary field associated with the name of the latter. The poet visited the salon of this writer, where he participated in debates and arguments, gradually getting used to the metropolitan life of writers.
One cannot help but say something about the poet’s wife. Her image became important not only when creating love poems. The poem "Inonia" was also dedicated to her. Yesenin’s poem “Letter from Mother” says about Zinaida: “I easily gave my wife to another.” It is Reich who is the lyrical heroine of the poem “To Kachalov’s Dog.”
Perhaps the most striking and contradictory feeling in the poet’s life is his love for Still not everyone can understand what attracted the very young, fair-haired handsome man to the already mature woman Isadora. The result of the relationship with the famous dancer was the tavern cycle.” “I was looking for happiness in this woman, but I accidentally found death,” the poet exclaims.
Poetry Analysis
Already in the very first verses, the main feature of Yesenin’s love lyrics is revealed: love for any person is a tragedy. An example is the poem “Tanyusha was good.” The light style emphasizes the daring young life, but its ending contradicts the sound of the verse. Tanyusha kills herself because of unhappy love. Of course, the poet’s early lyrics are, first of all, a hymn to the Motherland. Most of the works of this period are dedicated to Rus', the countryside, and animals. But in later years Yesenin realized himself as a true singer of love.
Poems of the 20s
Surprisingly, the theme of love became one of the main ones precisely during the period when the poet began to call himself a hooligan. In the cycle of poems “The Love of a Hooligan” one can clearly hear the motives of the fleeting nature of love, its fragility, but at the same time the feeling is described as a very bright moment in life, for which a person is ready to do anything. In some texts, Yesenin uses vulgar, rude language, even sometimes obscene. Despite this, they are full of feeling, deep pain, in them you can hear the cry of a soul thirsting for love, lost and entangled in everyday routine (“Harmonic Rash,” “Sing, Sing”).
Analysis of the poem "A blue fire swept up"
This text clearly demonstrates such a feature of Yesenin’s love lyrics as the use of vivid metaphors and epithets. The poet expresses regret that he spent a lot of time on carousing and scandals, forgetting about what is most important in life. Yesenin utters the following thought: he would even renounce poetry if only he could touch a gentle hand and hair “in autumn color.” Perhaps none of the poets could so touchingly describe the feelings of a daring hooligan. The poem demonstrates all the important features of Yesenin’s love lyrics (an essay on this topic must necessarily contain his analysis), one of which is vitality. First of all, it is due to autobiography. Each feeling described was experienced by the poet himself.
"Let others drink you"
The poem is filled with noble sadness for the past. The author expresses sympathy for everything that happened before and for everything that never happened. The peculiarity of Yesenin’s love lyrics is that love is always sad. The poet focuses on the fact that in human life everything happens differently than in dreams. This is due to human stupidity, the desire for petty values, and carelessness. In this text, the poet confesses to his lyrical heroine: only she alone could be his true friend and wife, but they both did not save themselves for each other.
Cycle "Persian motives"
This is a real gem of love poetry. Beautiful oriental style, special musicality and vivid images - these are the features of Yesenin’s love lyrics in this cycle. One of the most striking works is “You are my Shagane, Shagane.” It is unusual due to its composition. The first lines of the verse sound like a refrain and are repeated in the last stanza. But the main feature is that each stanza is built according to the principle of a ring composition.
This text most clearly embodies the features of Yesenin’s love lyrics. An essay on literature written on this topic must certainly include consideration of the means of artistic expression, because here the poet achieved stunning beauty precisely thanks to unusual turns of speech. How strange and at the same time powerful the line “I’m ready to tell you the field” sounds. The abundance of epithets allows the author to express love for his native country and longing for it.
"I asked the money changer today..."
In this I managed to express my attitude towards such a mysterious feeling as love directly. The lyrical hero learns from the Persian money changer that love cannot be expressed in any words, it can only be expressed by touches, glances and kisses. Again an unusual composition. The first line is repeated in each stanza, creating a special rhythm.
Features of Yesenin's love lyrics (briefly)
Let's consider the main features of the poet's love poems:
- Love as an obsession, a disease, a description of a feeling that destroys a person - these are the features of Yesenin’s love lyrics. And Mayakovsky, and some other poets of that time. At the beginning of the 20th century, this view of this feeling was very relevant among writers.
- A feeling of love can momentarily pull a person out of everyday routine, but, unfortunately, it does not last forever. And after that, only pleasant, but at the same time painful memories remain, pinching the chest.
- Use of vivid poetic images (comparisons, metaphors and epithets). By the way, these are the features of the love lyrics of Yesenin, Blok, Mayakovsky and other poets of the Silver Age, who were looking for a new verse, a new form and word.
These are the features of Yesenin’s love lyrics. A short essay should reflect all three points, and they must be supported by specific examples. This is easy to do, because almost every poem touches on this topic in one way or another. As material for creating a work on the topic “Features of Yesenin’s love lyrics” (essay or essay), you can take such memorable texts as “Dear hands - a pair of swans”, “Letter to a woman”, “To Kachalov’s dog”, “Never have I been on the Bosphorus."
It is impossible to imagine the tender, bright and melodious lyrics of Sergei Yesenin without the theme of love. At different periods of his life and work, the poet uniquely feels and experiences this beautiful, sublime and at the same time bitter feeling.
Once upon a time at that gate over there
I was sixteen years old
And a girl in a white cape
She told me affectionately: “No!”
They were distant and dear.
That image has not faded away in me...
We all loved during these years,
But they loved us little.
Having gone through many difficult trials, Yesenin’s poetry comes to life, casts off despondency, gains energy and faith in a new life. The poet feels a great desire to part with his “bad fame” and leave his “unlucky life” forever. But he lacks the will.
I would forget the taverns forever
And I would have given up writing poetry,
Just touch your hand subtly
And your hair is the color of autumn.
I would follow you forever
Whether in your own or in someone else's...
In the poem “Letter to a Woman,” Sergei Alexandrovich confesses to his beloved and asks for forgiveness for unwittingly inflicted insults. He was too emotional and ardent, he could not protect love and happiness, but, having parted, he retained respect and affection for his former lover, gratitude for the years he had lived. He blesses the once beloved woman for happiness, even without him.
Live like this
How the star guides you
Under the tabernacle of the renewed canopy.
Only A.S. Pushkin with his confession “I loved you” was capable of such a selfless feeling. Yesenin did not always experience joy and peace in love. More often it is a struggle, confrontation and affirmation of personalities. Calm and serene love is an unattainable and desired bliss for the poet.
Without looking at her wrists
And silk flowing from her shoulders,
I was looking for happiness in this woman,
And I accidentally found death.
I didn't know that love is an infection
I didn't know that love was a plague.
Came up with a narrowed eye
The bully was driven crazy.
A cycle of poems by Yesenin 1921-1922. "Moscow Tavern" is marked by the stamp of the painful inner state of the author, who was then experiencing a severe spiritual crisis, which was a consequence of the duality of the poet, who had not yet been able to understand the nature and content of the new era. This confusion, depressed state, and pessimistic thoughts then left a tragic imprint on the poet’s love lyrics. Here are the characteristic lines of one of the poems in this cycle:
Sing, sing! On the damn guitar
My fingers dance in a semicircle.
I would choke in this frenzy,
My last, only friend.
Don't look at her wrists
And silk flowing from her shoulders.
I was looking for happiness in this woman,
And I accidentally found death.
I didn't know that love is an infection
I didn't know that love was a plague.
Came up with a narrowed eye
Made the bully crazy.
Sing, my friend. Remind me again
Our former violent early.
Let her kiss someone else
Young beautiful trash...
By the beginning of 1923, Yesenin’s desire to get out of the crisis state in which he found himself became noticeable. Gradually he finds more and more solid ground, understands Soviet reality more deeply, and begins to feel not like an adopted son, but a native son of Soviet Russia. This was strongly reflected not only in the political, but also in the poet’s love lyrics.
His poems date back to 1923, in which he first writes about true, deep love, pure, bright and truly human:
A blue fire began to sweep,
Forgotten relatives.
For the first time I sang about love,
For the first time I refuse to make a scandal.
I was all like a neglected garden,
He was greedy for women and potions,
I stopped liking drinking and dancing
And lose your life without looking back.
One cannot help but pay attention to the line: “For the first time I sang about love.” After all, Yesenin also wrote about love in “Moscow Tavern,” which means that the poet himself did not recognize the real love that he wrote about in that gloomy cycle of poems. In contrast to the poems of that period, Yesenin creates a whole cycle of lyrical works in which he is endlessly attracted by the bright joy of the feeling of love, its purity, human warmth.
What to desire under the burden of life,
Cursing your lot and home?
I would like a good one now
Seeing a girl under the window.
So that she has cornflower blue eyes
Only for me - Not for anyone -
And with new words and feelings
Calmed my heart and chest, -
Yesenin writes in the poem “Leaves are falling, leaves are falling...”, and we see the striking difference between this poem and those that the poet not so long ago created in a mood of decline, indifference and despair.
The poet himself emphatically separates new poems, born of a new mood, from the previous ones. In the poem “Let you be drunk by others...” (1923) he writes:
I never lie with my heart,
I can jump fearlessly
That I say goodbye to hooliganism.
It's time to part with the mischievous
And rebellious courage.
My heart is already drunk,
Blood is a sobering mash.
Now I put up with a lot
White under duress, without loss.
Rus' seems different to me,
Others are cemeteries and huts.
This is one of many examples of how Yesenin’s love lyrics invariably reflected his civic sentiments. At this time (1923-1925), one persistent motif appears in his works, to which he returns repeatedly: the poet warns himself and others against hasty conclusions about the nature of his feelings, he judges true love more strictly, which should not be confused with random impulses :
Don't call this ardor fate
A frivolous hot-tempered connection, -
How I met you by chance,
I smile, calmly walking away.
Yes, and you will go your own way
Sprinkle joyless days
Just don’t touch those who haven’t been kissed,
Just don’t beckon those who are not burning.
Speaking about chance meetings that do not bring true happiness and joy, the poet emphasizes the importance of true pure love:
It's not you I love, darling,
You are just an echo, just a shadow.
I dream of another in your face,
Whose head is a dove,
Don't let her look meek
And perhaps she looks cold
But she walks majestically
Shaked my soul to the core
You can hardly fog one like this,
And if you don’t want to go, yes you will,
Well, you don’t even lie in your heart
A lie drunk with affection.
Contrasting true love with frivolous chance encounters, Yesenin talks about the terrible emptiness of the heart that comes over the years to a person who has recklessly spent his feelings. The inability to return what was lost, to know love in all its depth and all-encompassing power appears as retribution to him:
It makes me sad to look at you
What a pain, what a pity!
Know, only willow copper
We stayed with you in September.
Someone else's lips were torn apart
Your warmth and trembling body.
It's like it's drizzling rain
From a soul that is a little deadened.
Well! I'm not afraid of him.
A different joy was revealed to me.
After all, there's nothing left
As soon as yellow decay and dampness.
After all, I didn’t save myself either
For a quiet life, for smiles.
So few roads have been traveled
So many mistakes have been made.
Funny life, funny ravlad,
So it was and so it will be after.
The garden is dotted like a cemetery
There are gnawed bones on the shore.
We too will bloom
And let's make some noise like guests of the garden...
If there are no flowers in the middle of winter,
So there is no need to be sad about them.
But Yesenin did not dwell on the motives of lost youth and sorrowful regrets about the past. As the poet's spiritual renaissance began, his lyrics acquired a different sound, an optimistic coloring.
An unsurpassed example of Yesenin’s love lyrics is the cycle “Persian Motifs”. These poems were written by Yesenin during his stay in Baku, where he always felt good and wrote a lot. In general, Yesenin’s repeated trips to the Caucasus had a very beneficial effect on his work; here he found himself at least temporarily cut off from his unhealthy environment.
My old wound has subsided -
Drunken delirium does not gnaw at my heart.
Blue flowers of Tehran
I'm treating them today in a teahouse
These words open "Persian Motifs". The poems in this cycle may suggest that they were written by the poet during his stay in Persia. Indeed, Yesenin was going to visit this country. In 1924 - 1925 he wrote in letters to G. Benislavskaya: “I will need 1000 rubles for a trip to Persia or Constantinople”; “I’m sitting in Tiflis. I’m waiting for money from Baku and I’ll go to Tehran. The first attempt to cross Tavria failed.” “I’ll live in Tehran for a while, and then I’ll go to Batum or Baku.” Yesenin explained why he was drawn to the East: “You also understand that I’m going to study. I even want to go to Shiraz and I think I’ll definitely go. After all, all the best Persian lyricists were born there. And it’s not for nothing that Muslims say: if he doesn’t sing, it means he is not from Shushu, if he does not write, it means he is not from Shiraz.” Yesenin never visited Persia. In a telegram sent from Tiflis in 1925, he reported: “Persia has gone bankrupt.” But he made quite long trips to the Caucasus. Here he became acquainted with the work of the greatest poets of the East - Ferdowsi (934 - 1020), Omar Khayyam (1040 - 1123), Saadi (1184 - 1291). Yesenin repeatedly mentions their names in “Persian Motifs”. The lyrics of these ports always contain philosophical thoughts. She is permeated with a feeling of love for life. She is characterized by an optimistic perception of the world. The favorite theme of these famous lyricists is the theme of love, which is always associated with a full-blooded feeling of life. In their poems, the feeling of love is warmed by a feeling of friendship for a woman, this is love without fatal passions that incinerate the soul, it is always a bright and natural feeling,
Here the sincere feeling of the renewed heart of the author sounded. The structure of the poems is melodious and melodic. Yesenin imitates neither Saadi nor Ferdowsi... The poet creates poems according to traditional canons. The East itself breathes and speaks through the mouth of Yesenin.
I asked the money changer today,
What does a ruble give for half a fog?
How to tell me for the beautiful Lala
Tender “I love” in Persian?
I asked the money changer today
Lighter than the wind, quieter than the Van streams,
What should I call the beautiful Lala?
The affectionate word “kiss”?
But even here, the poet remains a singer of Russia, a patriot of his homeland, which from a distance seems even sweeter and more beautiful to him in its discreet attire.
Talyanka is ringing in my soul,
In the moonlight I hear a dog barking.
Don't you want, Persian,
See the distant blue land?
The author of "Persian Motifs" is convinced of the fragility of serene happiness far from his native land. And the main character of the cycle becomes distant Russia: “No matter how beautiful Shiraz is, it is no better than the expanses of Ryazan.”
Probably no writer portrays the East as romantic and mysterious as Sergei Yesenin. One has only to read his “Persian Motifs” to be convinced of this. What epithets does the author not use? “The blue and cheerful country” attracts the poet with pictures of moonlit nights, where “a swarm of moths swirls around the stars” and the “cold gold of the moon” shines, the “glass gloom of Bukhara” and the “blue homeland of Ferdowsi” beckon. Probably, the originality of Yesenin’s poetry lies in the fact that he knows how to perceive the beauty of foreign lands as keenly as his own homeland.
You don’t have to ask the poet about how he healed “a former wound ... in a teahouse” with the “blue flowers of Tehran” - he was not in Tehran. There is no need to try to learn from him something detailed about the “blue homeland of Firdusi”, about, for example, what reason did the poet have for hoping that Persia cannot forget about him - about the “affectionate Urus”. And “Shagane, you are mine, Shagane” is not from Shiraz at all. And not a “Persian”, but a young Armenian teacher from Batumi (later honored teacher Shagandukht Nersesovna Talyan), whose passion gave birth to a collective image of a woman of the East, captivating lines about her. In the flight of love and inspiration, the poet is above earthly boundaries and differences, who prays to whom, who bloods what. “Persian motifs” were created in the neighborhood of Persia, by association, in the traditions of eastern lyricism, rich in allegories, in the aesthetic manner of Persian poetry. Of course, there are not so many direct matches with her ideas and poetics in the cycle. But it contains a whole scattering of subtle observations from life, customs, and melodies of the East. Where are they from? The question is not an idle one, considering that Yesenin’s trip to Transcaucasia was primarily urban and coastal. The poet was favored by the local elite, the press, and admirers of his talent, mainly from, as they say today, the “Russian-speaking population.” He did not have much room to comprehend the intricacies of national life. (It was not without reason that there was a request from above to the poet’s companions to create for him the “illusion of Persia”). Then where do his apt touches specifically about the Muslim East come from? But just from here - from his trip to Tashkent, where his long-standing interest in Asia, in oriental national poetics was largely prompted by the circumstances in which he found himself there.
The cycle "Persian Motifs" is an unsurpassed example of Yesenin's love lyrics.
Green hair...
Green hairstyle,
Girlish breasts,
O thin birch tree,
Why did you look into the pond?
What does the wind whisper to you?
What is the sand ringing about?
Or do you want to braid branches
Are you a moon comb?
Open up, tell me the secret
of your woody thoughts,
I fell in love with sad
Your pre-autumn noise.
And the birch tree answered me:
O curious friend,
Tonight is starry
Here the shepherd shed tears.
The moon cast shadows
The greenery shone.
For bare knees
He hugged me.
And so, taking a deep breath,
He said to the sound of branches:
Goodbye my dove
Until new cranes.
There was a blue fire...
A blue fire began to sweep,
Forgotten relatives.
I was all like a neglected garden,
He was averse to women and potions.
I stopped liking drinking and dancing
And lose your life without looking back.
I just want to look at you
See the eye of a golden-brown pool,
And so that, not loving the past,
You couldn't leave for someone else.
Gentle gait, light waist,
If you knew with a persistent heart,
How can a bully love?
How he knows how to be submissive.
I would forget the taverns forever
And I would have given up writing poetry.
Just touch your hand subtly
And your hair is the color of autumn.
I would follow you forever
Whether in your own or in someone else's...
For the first time I sang about love,
For the first time I refuse to make a scandal.
This is stupid happiness...
This is stupid happiness
With white windows to the garden!
Along the pond as a red swan
The sunset floats quietly.
Hello, golden calm,
With the shadow of a birch tree in the water!
A flock of jackdaws on the roof
Serves the evening star.
Somewhere beyond the garden timidly,
Where viburnum blooms
Tender girl in white
Sings a tender song.
Spreads with a blue cassock
The night chill from the field...
Silly, sweet happiness,
Fresh rosy cheeks!
The scarlet light of dawn was woven on the lake...
The scarlet light of dawn was woven on the lake.
On the forest, wood grouse are crying with ringing sounds.
An oriole is crying somewhere, burying itself in a hollow.
Only I don’t cry - my soul is light.
I know that in the evening you will leave the ring of roads,
Let's sit in the fresh haystacks under a nearby haystack.
I'll kiss you when you're drunk, I'll fade away like a flower,
There is no gossip for those who are intoxicated with joy.
You yourself, under the caresses, will throw off the silk veil,
I’ll carry you drunk into the bushes until the morning.
And let the wood grouse cry with the bells,
There is a cheerful melancholy in the red of the dawn.
Foolish heart, don't beat!
Foolish heart, don't beat!
We are all deceived by happiness,
The beggar only asks for participation...
Foolish heart, don't beat.
Month yellow spell
They pour over the chestnuts into the clearing.
Lale leaning on his shalwars,
I will hide under the veil.
Foolish heart, don't beat.
We are all like children at times.
We often laugh and cry:
We fell into the world
Joys and failures.
Foolish heart, don't beat.
I have seen many countries.
I looked for happiness everywhere
Only the desired destiny
I won't search anymore.
Foolish heart, don't beat.
Life hasn't completely deceived me.
Let's drink in new strength.
Heart, at least you could fall asleep
Here, on my darling's lap.
Life hasn't completely deceived me.
Maybe he'll mark us too
Rock that flows like an avalanche,
And love will be answered
The song of a nightingale.
Foolish heart, don't beat.
Blue jacket
Blue eyes...
Blue jacket.
Blue eyes.
I didn’t tell any sweet truth.
Darling asked:
Is the snowstorm blowing?
I wish I could light the stove and make the bed.
I answered dear:
Today from above
Someone is showering white flowers.
Light the stove, make the bed,
There is a blizzard in my heart without you.
The day has passed, the line has diminished...
The day has passed, the line has diminished,
I moved towards leaving again.
With a light wave of a white finger
Secrets of the years I cut the water.
In the blue stream of my destiny
Cold scale foam beats,
And puts the seal of silent captivity
A new fold in the wrinkled lip.
Every day I become a stranger
Both for herself and for whom she ordered life.
Somewhere in an open field, near the boundary,
I tore my shadow from my body.
She left undressed
Taking my curved shoulders.
Somewhere she is now far away
And she hugged the other one tenderly.
Maybe leaning towards him,
She completely forgot about me
And, staring into the ghostly darkness,
The folds of the lips and mouth have changed.
But lives by the sound of previous years,
What, like an echo, wanders beyond the mountains.
I kiss with blue lips
A portrait embossed in black shadow.
Honey, let's sit next to each other...
Honey, let's sit next to each other
Let's look into each other's eyes.
I want under the gentle gaze
Listen to the sensual blizzard.
This is autumn gold
This strand of whitish hair -
Everything appeared as the salvation of the Restless Rake.
I left my land a long time ago,
Where meadows and thickets bloom.
In urban and bitter glory
I wanted to live lost.
I wanted my heart to be quieter
I remembered the garden and summer,
Where to the music of frogs
I raised myself as a poet.
It's like autumn there now...
Maple and linden in the windows of the rooms,
Throwing away the branches with my paws,
They are looking for those they remember.
They have been gone for a long time.
A month in a simple graveyard
Marks rays on crosses,
That we too will come to visit them,
That we too, having overcome anxiety,
Let's go under these bushes.
All the wavy roads
Only joy flows to the living.
Darling, sit next to me
Let's look into each other's eyes.
I want under the gentle gaze
Listen to the sensual blizzard.
Play, play, little girl...
Come out to the outskirts, beauty, to meet the groom.
The heart glows with cornflowers, the turquoise burns in it.
I play the tag about blue eyes.
Don’t let the dawn weave your pattern in the streams of the lake,
Your scarf, decorated with embroidery, flashed over the slope.
Play, play, Talyanochka, raspberry furs.
Let the beauty listen to the groom's quips.
Dear hands - a pair of swans...
Dear hands - a pair of swans -
They dive into the gold of my hair.
Everything in this world is made of people
The song of love is sung and repeated.
I sang too once far away
And now I sing about the same thing again,
That's why he breathes deeply
A word imbued with tenderness.
If you love your soul to the bottom,
The heart will become a block of gold.
Only the Tehran moon
It will not warm the songs with warmth.
I don't know how to live my life:
Will I burn out in the caresses of my dear Steps, or will I tremblingly push in my old age?
About past song courage?
Everything has its own gait:
What is pleasing to the ear, what is pleasing to the eye.
If a Persian composes a bad song,
This means he is never from Shiraz.
About me and for these songs
Say this among people:
He would sing more tenderly and wonderfully,
Yes, a couple of swans were killed.
In the blue evening, in the moonlit evening...
In the blue evening, in the moonlit evening
I was once handsome and young.
Unstoppable, unique
Everything flew by. far... past...
The heart has grown cold and the eyes have faded...
Blue happiness! Moonlit nights!
Letter to a woman
Do you remember,
You all remember, of course,
How I stood
Approaching the wall
You walked around the room excitedly
And something sharp was thrown at my face.
You said: It's time for us to part,
What tormented you
My crazy life
That it's time for you to get down to business,
And my lot is
Roll further down.
Darling!
You didn't love me.
You didn’t know that in the crowd of people
I was like a horse driven into soap,
Spurred by a brave rider.
You didn’t know that I was in complete smoke,
In a life torn apart by a storm
That's why I'm tormented because I don't understand -
Where does the fate of events take us?
Face to face
You can't see the face.
Big things can be seen from a distance.
When the sea surface boils -
The ship is in poor condition.
Earth is a ship!
But someone suddenly
For a new life, new glory
In the thick of storms and blizzards
He directed her majestically.
Well, which of us is the biggest on deck?
Didn’t fall, vomit or swear?
There are few of them, with an experienced soul,
Who remained strong in pitching.
Then I too, to the wild noise,
But maturely knowing the work,
He went down into the ship's hold,
So as not to watch people vomit.
That hold was -
Russian pub.
And I leaned over the glass,
So that, without suffering for anyone,
Ruin yourself
In a drunken stupor.
Darling!
I tormented you
You were sad
In the eyes of the tired:
What am I showing off to you?
Wasted himself in scandals.
But you didn't know
What's in the smoke,
In a life torn apart by a storm
That's why I'm suffering
What I don't understand
Where does the fate of events take us...
Now the years have passed.
I'm at a different age.
And I feel and think differently.
And I say over festive wine:
Praise and glory to the helmsman!
Today I
In the shock of tender feelings.
I remembered your sad tiredness.
And now
I'm rushing to tell you,
What I was like
And what happened to me!
Darling!
I'm pleased to say:
I avoided falling off the cliff.
Now in the Soviet side
I am the fiercest travel companion.
I am not who I was then.
I wouldn't torture you
As it was before.
For the banner of liberty
And good work
I'm ready to go even to the English Channel.
Forgive me...
I know: you are not the same -
Do you live
With a serious, intelligent husband;
That you don’t need our toil,
And I myself to you
Not needed one bit.
Live like this
How the star guides you
Under the tabernacle of the renewed canopy.
With greetings,
always remembering you
Your friend Sergei Yesenin.
Well, kiss me, kiss me...
Well, kiss me, kiss me,
Even to the point of bleeding, even to pain.
At odds with cold will
Boiling water of heart streams.
Overturned mug
Among the merry ones is not for us.
Understand, my friend,
They only live once on earth!
Look around with a calm gaze,
Look: damp in the darkness
The month is like a yellow raven
It circles and soars above the ground.
Well, kiss me!
That's how I want it.
Decay sang a song to me too.
Apparently he sensed my death
The one who soars on high.
Fading Power!
Die like that!
Until the end of my sweetheart's lips
I would like to kiss.
So that all the time in blue slumbers,
Without being ashamed and without hiding,
In the gentle rustle of bird cherry trees
It was heard: “I am yours.”
And so that the light over the full mug
It didn’t go out with a light foam -
Drink and sing, my friend:
They only live once on earth!
Flowers say goodbye to me...
Flowers tell me goodbye
Heads bowing lower,
What I won't see forever
Her face and her father's land.
Darling, well, well!
Well!
I saw them and I saw the land,
And this deathly trembling
I accept it like a new affection.
And because I realized
All my life, passing by with a smile, -
I speak for every moment
That everything in the world is repeatable.
Does it really matter if someone else comes?
The sadness of the departed will not be swallowed up,
Abandoned and dear
The one who comes will compose a better song.
And, listening to the song in silence,
Beloved with another beloved,
Maybe he'll remember me
Like a unique flower.
I remember, my love, I remember...
I remember, darling, I remember
The shine of your hair.
It’s not happy and it’s not easy for me
I had to leave you.
I remember autumn nights
Birch rustle of shadows,
Even if the days were shorter then,
The moon shone longer for us.
I remember you told me:
Blue years will pass,
And you will forget, my dear,
With the other me forever.
Today the linden tree is in bloom
I reminded my feelings again,
How tenderly then I poured
Flowers on a curly strand.
And the heart, not preparing to cool down,
And sadly loving another.
Like a favorite story,
On the other hand, he remembers you.
I'm sad to see you...
It makes me sad to look at you
What a pain, what a pity!
Know, only willow copper
We stayed with you in September.
Someone else's lips were torn apart
Your warmth and trembling body.
It's like it's drizzling rain
From a soul that is a little deadened.
Well! I'm not afraid of him.
A different joy was revealed to me.
After all, there's nothing left
As soon as yellow decay and dampness.
After all, I didn’t save myself either
For a quiet life, for smiles.
So few roads have been traveled
So many mistakes have been made.
Funny life, funny discord.
So it was and so it will be after.
The garden is dotted like a cemetery
There are gnawed bones in the birch trees.
That's how we will bloom too
And let's make some noise like guests of the garden...
If there are no flowers in the middle of winter,
So there is no need to be sad about them.
Sergei Yesenin wrote a lot about love. About love for one’s native land, nature, but the main theme of the poems, of course, is the feeling for a woman. Most often, the poet uses sad, melodic intonations in them, and it is no coincidence, because in life the author never knew simple family happiness.
- “I remember, darling, I remember”. The poet's poem is imbued with longing and sadness for the times when he was in love with the actress Miklashevskaya. The girl did not take Sergei seriously, despite his advances. Nevertheless, she made a huge impression on him and remained in the romantic’s heart for a long time. And despite the fact that Yesenin is already in a relationship with someone else, he still dreams of that sweet lady with whom he once spent all his days and nights... Read the text of the verse...
- “Apparently, it’s been like this forever.” A rather sad poem, its meaning is similar to parting with a loved one. It is mentioned from the wedding and thirty years of life... one can try to assume that it was written before his marriage to Sophia Tolstoy. Perhaps the poet felt the approach of his imminent death, and with this message he wanted to say goodbye to his last love. Read the text of the verse...
- “Darling, let’s sit next to each other.” Calm, measured and honest - this is exactly how the poet imagined relationships, although he himself often turned them into a drunken stupor and a cruel hell of jealousy and suspicion. But he found everything he thought his heart needed in the beautiful actress - Augusta Miklashevskaya. And yet this romance was not destined to last forever. Before meeting the girl, Sergei Yesenin had already resigned himself to his fate as a “lonely rake” and did not dream of anything more. With the arrival of Augusta came hope for a bright and happy future... But alas, these were just dreams. Read the text of the verse...
- “You don’t love me, you don’t feel sorry for me...” The poet is aware of his isolation from the world; the motive of loneliness can be traced here. The poem was written not long before the death of the author and is based on a certain introspection and summing up. In recent months, Sergei was especially lonely: he drank, beat and insulted his wife, and left home. His only listening companions were girls of easy virtue, one of the meetings with whom is described in this poem. The poet writes that their meeting is accidental, and soon the lady will forget about his existence and begin to have fun with someone else. Read the text of the poem...
- “It makes me sad to see you.” This poem is also dedicated to Augusta Miklashevskaya and is part of the “Love of a Hooligan” cycle. He remembers the happy month of August - when they actually met, but in September they were forced to part. That is why the poet takes the first month of autumn to be the decline of life, the approach of death. September follows August, just as the cooling of passion follows mad love. Read the text of the verse...
- "Don't look at me reproachfully." The poem was written when the poet was married to Sofia Tolstoy. It is clear from the lines that Sergei did not have loving feelings for the girl, but at the same time she was nice to him in appearance. The true feelings of the lyrical hero remained in the past, his heart was completely distributed to different women, and nothing else remained. Read the text of the verse...
- “Sing, sing. On a damn guitar." The poet's ambiguous attitude towards the woman to whom he is clearly not indifferent is clearly presented. In the second stanza we observe admiration and admiration for the beauty of the lady. He is literally in love with her wrists, shoulders, hair... Then there is a sharp change in the mood of the lyrical hero. The realization comes to him that this such a beautiful lady is not worthy of strong feelings at all, the full inner dedication of the poet. He understands that the girl will not bring him happiness, but will only doom him to death. The work is believed to be dedicated to Isadora Duncan. Read the text of the verse...
- “What a night, I can’t.” The poet understands that life did not go at all as he would have liked, and it is too late to correct anything. The heroine of the poem, to whom it is dedicated, acts as an unloved and unwanted woman. But the author no longer hopes for happiness, he feels good with this girl, and what else is needed to while away the last days of his life? After all, Sergei, while writing this poem, was already thinking about his imminent death. Read the text of the verse...
- "Well, kiss me, kiss me". The feeling of imminent death does not leave the poet for a minute. For him, the only goal remains the enjoyment of ardent passion; he wants to plunge into the pool of love, but that was not the case. The girl who was head over heels in love with the poet - Sofya Tolstaya - had a very romantic and modest nature. She dreamed of high feelings, of a happy marriage. As a result, two people who passionately want their own do not get what they want. Read the text of the verse...
- "Move away from the window." The poem is structured in the form of a monologue of a young girl who turns to her ardent lover with a request to leave her alone. It can be assumed that the poet is writing here about his fellow villager, with whom he was once unrequitedly in love, Anna Sardanovskaya. The heroine admits that she does not love Sergei and does not want to connect her life with him, completely depriving him of all hope. But, despite everything, the poet carries bright feelings for the girl throughout his short life. Read the text of the verse...
- “Dear hands are a pair of swans.” This poem was written under the impression of the charm of the Armenian arithmetic teacher Shagane Talyan, whom the poet met in Batum during his trip to the Caucasus. The image of a swan here is associated with a woman of incredible beauty, her harmonious and graceful movements. For Yesenin, Shagane is a sweet lady, faithful, delicate, affectionate, capable of calming the anxiety in the soul of the lyrical hero. Read the text of the verse...
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Poems about love
Ekaterina Markova. "I love someone else..."
The light is so mysterious
As if for the only one -
The one in which the same light
And which does not exist in the world.
S. Yesenin
It is difficult to find poems by Sergei Yesenin that are not about love. Love is Yesenin’s worldview. He came into the world to love, pity and cry over every calf, broken birch tree, village strangled by the steel roads of cities...
His love for the Earth, which gave birth to each tree, is sensual. Under the sky, hugging the earth, a birch tree lifts its skirt... The comprehensiveness of the erotic feeling, reaching the point of religiosity... Yesenin is alien to pantheism, he is an Orthodox peasant, only his Christianity is in the free wind of the Ryazan region, something else. He turns his right cheek to a blizzard, a hurricane. Pity is poured out in his work, pity for every dog...
Yesenin has much fewer poems addressed to women. In these verses, Sergei Yesenin seems to be overpowering his nature. In the village it is not customary, deeply, historically not customary, to show your feelings... From the bride to the wife - the distance is like from heaven to earth.
He could not, for example, like Blok, call Rus' his wife, for a peasant ear - this is almost blasphemous in relation to the Motherland...
Don't look at me reproachfully
I have no contempt for you,
But I love your dreamy gaze
And your crafty meekness.
Yes, you seem prostrate to me,
And, perhaps, I'm glad to see
Like a fox pretending to be dead
Catches crows and crows.
Well, then, look, I’m not chickening out.
Just how would your ardor not go out?
To my cold soul
We've come across these more than once.
It's not you I love, darling,
You are just an echo, just a shadow...
Yesenin compares a woman with a cunning fox; a fox is closer and more understandable to him than a woman. In the village everything is clear, here is a girl-bride, her life is short, like early spring. But here is the mother of the family, quickly losing her youthful features in the constant care of the house. The bride is virginity in the most sacred sense of the word. Mariengof writes in his book: “Zinaida (Reich, mother of Yesenin’s two children. - EAT.) told him that he was her first. And she lied. This - like a peasant, because of his dark blood, not because of his thoughts - Yesenin could never forgive her. Tragically, doomedly, he could not... Every time Yesenin remembered Zinaida, a spasm convulsed his face, his eyes turned purple, his hands clenched into a fist: “Why did you lie, you reptile!”
In the city, especially at the beginning of the 20th century, and even in a bohemian environment, people remain brides almost for the rest of their lives. Alluring, looking for a groom, but a bride rather from the evil one...
Yesenin’s poetic house is expanded to the universe, where “stars pour into your ears... water is a symbol of purification and baptism in the name of a new day.”
Yesenin’s muse remembers “the secret of the ancient fathers to wipe themselves with leaves... the debt of life according to the sun”, “the attitude towards eternity as a parental hearth” - this is the blessing of life for Yesenin. This is his “hut Liturgy.”
Yesenin’s soul does not accept another perception, alien to his world order, and will not come to terms with it. His rebellion is in self-destruction, a rebellion not just against the steel cavalry, this rebellion is against the destroyed universe created by his ancestors...
Where the cabbage beds are
The sunrise pours red water,
Little maple baby to the uterus
The green udder sucks.
Poems of 1910, written at the age of 15, Yesenin remained like this until the grave... He could not live an adult pragmatic life, according to Yesenin, for the soul it is a coffin. His curses against women come from great love, from the unattainable Image created in his early youth by the imagination of the poet...
Rash, harmonica. Boredom... boredom...
The accordionist's fingers flow like a wave.
Drink with me, you lousy bitch
Drink with me.
They loved you, they abused you -
Unbearable.
Why are you looking at those blue splashes like that?
Do you want Ali in the face?
I'd like to have you stuffed in the garden,
Scare the crows.
Tormented me to the bone
From all sides.
Rash, harmonica. Rash, my frequent one.
Drink, otter, drink.
I’d rather have that busty one over there -
She's dumber...
But here is the end of the poem, -
To your pack of dogs
It's time to catch a cold.
Darling, I'm crying
Sorry Sorry…
In the deeply alien, where only the accordion is pure, which becomes animated, the poet, seeing the holy feminine nature, says: “Darling, I’m crying...”
If you travel back in time and space, you remember the famous scene with Marlon Brando in the film “Last Tango in Paris”, where the hero sends curses into the coffin of his beloved but unfaithful wife...
Yesenin has a scandal - almost always a Lament, that same people's Lament, with a capital letter...
As a child, he experienced his first love (it was Anna Sardanovskaya), like Goethe's Werther - tragically, he got drunk on vinegar essence, but got scared and drank a lot of milk... Anna is the daughter of relatives of a Constantine priest who came for the summer. For two summers, the girl was infatuated with the poetic Sergei with the candy-like appearance of Lelya, they were already considered the bride and groom, and on the third, she grew taller than the peasant boy and fell in love with another...
During these years it was written:
The scarlet light of dawn was woven on the lake.
On the forest, wood grouse are crying with ringing sounds.
An oriole is crying somewhere, burying itself in a hollow.
Only I don’t cry – my soul is light.
I know that in the evening you will leave the ring of roads,
Let's sit in the fresh haystacks under a nearby haystack.
I'll kiss you when you're drunk, I'll fade away like a flower,
There is no gossip for those drunk with joy...
Love is too painful... Sergei Yesenin, it seems, decided to drown out the very possibility of falling in love - this pain was not combined with the desire to become a famous poet...
In Moscow, he became acquainted with the unloved, but remarkably sensitive and cultured young lady Anna Izryadnova, a son was born... Yesenin despised himself for his lack of love, for a certain calculation in these relationships, which did not fit into his concept of honor... “My self is a disgrace to the individual. I was exhausted, I lied and, one might even say with success, I buried or sold my soul to the devil - and all for talent. If I catch and possess the talent I have planned, then the most vile and insignificant person will have it - me... If I am a genius, then at the same time I will be a filthy person...” - he writes to his friend Maria Balzamova. The signature in the letter is “scoundrel Sergei Yesenin.”
The soul needed repentance... The city, decorated with half-empty, ridiculed churches, could only provide a bohemian environment and revelations in “Stray Dog”...
With the restlessness of a connecting rod bear, awakened from a wonderful dream of merging with nature, he destroyed other people's lives, the lives of women who loved him. His hasty marriage to Zinaida Reich, whom he eventually left with two children, left him in lifelong confusion and bewilderment... His passion for Isadora Duncan, associated with the exoticism of the relationship. At an age, the world-famous dancer already had maternal feelings for him...
Something similar to first love manifested itself for the actress Augusta Miklashevskaya, but she was saved, apparently, by Yesenin’s platonism of love...
Yesenin’s love lyrics are collective, they are dedicated to some other, unmet woman...
Lydia Kashina, the neighbor's daughter of a moneybag, married with two children, is considered the prototype of Anna Snegina. But in the poem the features of Anna Sardanovskaya and others shine through... Yesenin did not meet on earth among women his own, like the creator of Ecclesiastes...
Yesenin's love is from another dimension. This is the mystery of his unheard-of popularity. To this day, tramps spend the night at his grave and misinterpret: “And dull, as if from a handout, / When they throw a stone at her laughter, / The dog’s eyes rolled / Like golden stars into the snow...”
And how many imitators there are. In huts, in prison cells and just behind the student bench of the Literary Institute... At the heart there is a tattoo “I don’t regret, I don’t cry, I don’t cry”... Yesenin is random in the galaxy of poets, even the best. He is different, he is the granddaughter of Veles.
And to the weeping of dirges, to the censer canon,
I kept imagining a quiet, uninhibited ringing.
