“Winter Sings and Calls”, analysis of Yesenin’s poem
Winter - harsh time year, especially in temperate latitudes. Very coldy, snowstorms, thaws - every Russian person is familiar with all the “delights” of this time of year. How many proverbs are connected with winter, how many observations, signs. And yet, the people loved winter for the opportunity to take a break from hard work on the land, for the riotous fun at Christmas, Epiphany, and Maslenitsa.
Russian literature, especially poetry, did not stand aside. In the poems, winter was celebrated as an honored and long-awaited guest, compared either to a Russian beauty or to an evil old woman.
The Russian poet Sergei Aleksandrovich Yesenin, at the beginning of his work, wrote the poem “Winter Sings and Calls,” the analysis of which will be discussed further. Then the young man was only 15 years old; he did not think that he would become a poet. When the first publications appeared, I hesitated for a long time to publish this poem, considering it too naive and studentish. But it was precisely for its simplicity of perception that readers subsequently fell in love with this work.
Indeed, the image of winter, which appears at the beginning of the poem, is associated with an affectionate mother who cradles her child - in this case, a “shaggy forest”. It is no coincidence that the author chooses the epithet “shaggy”: surely, everyone can imagine tree branches covered with frost, reminiscent of shaggy paws. But behind this apparent tenderness lies another image - that of a cruel stepmother who punishes negligent children. This is exactly how “playful little sparrows” look - unhappy, pitiful. It is not for nothing that the poet compares them to “orphan children” who huddled near the window in order to somehow warm up.
Thus, Yesenin’s winter is like a two-faced Janus: it turns one face, then another. The entire poem is built on this opposition. So the blizzard “spreads like a silk carpet,” but is “painfully cold.” And the blizzard, which “with a furious roar” knocks on the shutters and “gets more and more angry,” with its severity opposes the “clear beauty of spring”, which the birds dream of, hungry and tired.
Of course, in poetry it is already a kind of cliche to compare winter with an old, shaggy, gray-haired woman (after all, it is with gray hair that the reader’s idea of snow and blizzards is most often associated), and spring with a beautiful maiden. But Yesenin manages to avoid too obvious repetition with the help of the dream motif, which is seen by the unfortunate frozen sparrows.
In general, the poem is filled with various sounds. You can also hear the “ringing of a pine forest” - of course, a purely Yesenin metaphor. The blizzard makes a “mad roar” and knocks the shutters. Those who have been to the village in winter imagine such sounds very well.
The epithets, in the manner characteristic of folk works, are constant: the carpet is silk, the clouds are gray, the roar is furious, and spring is clear. But the use of such a means of expression still does not leave a feeling of a stereotyped description. And this is achieved, first of all, thanks to the construction of the entire poem.
The special construction of the lines makes the sound unusual. Each stanza consists of couplets united by a paired rhyme, but the end of the second line ends as if with a continuation, forming its own rhyme with the continuation of the second couplet. Therefore, each stanza outwardly gives the impression of an ordinary quatrain, in fact, being a six-line, and the poem also sounds in a special way, with an interruption of rhythm.
Naturally, when describing Russian nature, the poet could not help but use personifications: “winter echoes and lulls,” “the blizzard spreads like a silk carpet,” and “the blizzard is getting more and more angry.” All this is an echo of folk ideas about nature endowed with spirits. However, the author clearly counted on the reader’s sympathy for the poor frozen birds and at the same time on the awareness of the majesty and mercilessness of nature, since all living things are helpless before its omnipotence.
Thus, Sergei Yesenin’s poem contrasts the feeling of tender maternal love and the feeling of lonely loneliness, admiring the harsh beauty of Russian nature and longing for a bright ideal, hopelessness and hope. Therefore, the poem does not give the impression of a student - on the contrary, the originality of the author is already felt here, which will distinguish Yesenin from many other poets of the Silver Age.
“Winter sings and echoes” Sergei Yesenin
Winter sings and echoes,
The shaggy forest lulls
The ringing sound of a pine forest.
All around with deep melancholy
Sailing to a distant land
Gray clouds.
And there's a snowstorm in the yard
Spreads a silk carpet,
But it's painfully cold.
Sparrows are playful,
Like lonely children,
Huddled by the window.
The little birds are cold,
Hungry, tired,
And they huddle tighter.
And the blizzard roars madly
Knocks on the hanging shutters
And he gets angrier.
And the tender birds are dozing
Under these snowy whirlwinds
At the frozen window.
And they dream of a beautiful
In the smiles of the sun is clear
Beautiful spring.
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I remember the day when I first saw Blok’s Carmen. In the fall of 1967, I walked along the Moika embankment to Pryazhka, to the house where the poet died. This was Alexander Blok’s favorite path. From the Neva, across Nevsky Prospekt - ever moving away from the center - he walked like this more than once, amazed at the beauty of his hometown. I went to see the one whose name Blok immortalized in poetry, just as Pushkin once did Anna Kern.
Winter sings and echoes,
The shaggy forest lulls
The ringing sound of a pine forest.
All around with deep melancholy
Sailing to a distant land
Gray clouds.
And there's a snowstorm in the yard
Spreads a silk carpet,
But it's painfully cold.
Sparrows are playful,
Like lonely children,
Huddled by the window.
The little birds are cold,
Hungry, tired,
And they huddle tighter.
And the blizzard roars madly
Knocks on the hanging shutters
And he gets angrier.
And the tender birds are dozing
Under these snowy whirlwinds
At the frozen window.
And they dream of a beautiful
In the smiles of the sun is clear
Beautiful spring.
Analysis of the poem “Winter Sings, Calls” by Yesenin
IN early period Yesenin's creativity revealed his pure and bright soul to the greatest extent. From the very first works he was interested in the amazing and Magic world nature. Folk tales and legends that the poet heard in childhood animated this world, giving it human features and qualities. The poem “Winter Sings and Calls...” was written by Yesenin in 1910. He considered it a childish and immature literary experience. It was first published only in 1914 under the title “Sparrows”.
The poem is reminiscent of a wonderful children's fairy tale. From the very first lines, magical characters appear in it. Winter appears in the form of a loving mother, singing a lullaby to the “shaggy forest.” The bewitching picture of the dream is complemented by the “deep melancholy” of the clouds. A traditional fairy-tale image of a “distant country” appears, personifying magical hopes and dreams.
The blizzard can be compared to snow queen, which is unbearably beautiful, but “painfully cold.” Love for her can drive a person crazy and leave him in icy captivity forever. The poet introduces the central image of the poem - “sparrows”, which resemble “orphan children”. All living creatures strive to stock up on supplies and arrange their homes long before the onset of winter. Only for carefree sparrows does the arrival of winter come as a sudden surprise every time. They can only hope for the mercy and kindness of man. The picture of the “small birds” huddled near the window looks very touching. The dispersed blizzard, personifying evil sorceress, seeks to take out his anger on defenseless birds. The salvation of the little sparrows lies in their mutual support. Huddled together in a tight group, they meekly endure cold, hunger and fatigue. In a dream, happiness comes to them in the form of the long-awaited “beauty of spring.”
In general, the poem clearly shows the features folk art. Yesenin uses traditional epithets: “shaggy forest”, “gray clouds”. The main characters are clearly divided into good and evil. In relation to the weakest, the author uses diminutive forms of words: “children”, “birds”. They enjoy the author's sincere affection and participation. The “fairy tale,” as expected, has a happy ending, but only in a dream.
The poem is one of the best works of literature for children. It can teach a child to understand and appreciate beauty native nature, as well as cultivate feelings of kindness and compassion.
Many words and expressions of the Russian language were born from nature. Images in poetry: you always wonder how a poet could in simple words express the very essence of the state of nature! Apparently, everything is important here: the combination of sounds, the sequence of images. And these images are real! But it is quite possible to feel them only by finding yourself at least approximately in the environment that inspired these poems for the poet
Just recently, in January, while walking winter forest, I fully felt the power of the images of one poem
Sergey Yesenin
Winter sings and echoes,
The shaggy forest lulls
The ringing sound of a pine forest.
All around with deep melancholy
Sailing to a distant land
Gray clouds.
And there's a snowstorm in the yard
Spreads a silk carpet,
But it's painfully cold.
Sparrows are playful,
Like lonely children,
Snuggle up by the window.
The little birds are cold,
Hungry, tired,
And they huddle tighter.
And the blizzard with a mad roar
Knocks on the hanging shutters
And he gets angrier.
And the tender birds are dozing
Under these snowy whirlwinds
At the frozen window.
And they dream of a beautiful
In the smiles of the sun is clear
Beautiful spring
Let's look at these images one by one:
Yesenin grew up in a village, among nature, and knew and felt it firsthand. It's in his biography interesting fact, when in January 1910 he ran away from the Spas-Klepikovskaya school, where he studied, to go home to Konstantinovo. And he walked winter forests, which is about 80 kilometers. Please note that the poem dates from this year
The poem is built on contrasts, oppositions, and goes as if in waves:
Winter sings and echoes,
The shaggy forest lulls
The ringing sound of a pine forest.
Yesenin often came up with new ones, unusual words. There is such a word here: stozvon. The question arises: how can one lull oneself to sleep with a ringing bell? Imagine a “lullaby” when a hundred bells ring around! But here it’s different: the ringing of a pine forest is a ringing frosty silence, when any small sound: the creaking of snow under your foot or the crackling of trees from frost is heard in absolute silence with a ringing echo
Shaggy forest
A pine forest covered with frost, really shaggy, but with some kind of unusual, silvery “shaggyness”
Pine forest ringing
You look at these pines and clearly hear how they ring in absolute silence
All around with deep melancholy
Sailing to a distant land
With eating clouds.
Take a look at the first photo! In winter, clouds are most often like this: whitish, gray, blurry
And then in the poem there is a sharp contrast: from the ringing silence of the majestic pine forest to an ordinary rural yard, through which a blizzard is sweeping and little chilled sparrows are huddling against the window and each other
And there's a snowstorm in the yard
Spreads a silk carpet,
But it's painfully cold.
Sparrows are playful,
Like lonely children,
They snuggled up by the window.
The little birds are cold,
Hungry, tired,
And they huddle tighter.
And the blizzard with a mad roar
Knocks on the hanging shutters
And he gets angrier.
And again the nap:
And the tender birds are dozing
Under these snowy whirlwinds
At the frozen window.
And the poem ends brightly, with hope:
And they dream of a beautiful
In the smiles of the sun is clear
Spring beauty
Pay attention here to the often repeated solar letter C
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