Sergey Yesenin - Fragrant bird cherry: Verse. Yesenin Sergey - bird cherry Branches like curls

Sergey Yesenin
Bird cherry

Bird cherry fragrant
Bloomed with spring
And golden branches,
What curls, curled.
Honey dew all around
Slides along the bark
Spicy greens underneath
Shines in silver.
And nearby, by the thawed patch,
In the grass, between the roots,
The little one runs and flows
Silver stream.
Bird cherry fragrant
Having hung himself, he stands,
And the greenery is golden
It's burning in the sun.
The stream is like a thunderous wave
All branches are doused
And insinuatingly under the steep
Sings her songs.

Yesenin! Golden name. Murdered youth. Genius of the Russian land! None of the Poets who came into this world had such spiritual strength, enchanting, omnipotent, soul-grabbing childish openness, moral purity, deep pain-love for the Fatherland! So many tears were shed over his poems, so many human souls sympathized and empathized with every Yesenin line, that if it were counted, Yesenin’s poetry would outweigh any and much more! But this method of assessment is not available to earthlings. Although from Parnassus one could see that the people have never loved anyone so much! With Yesenin’s poems they went into battle in the Patriotic War, for his poems they went to Solovki, his poetry excited souls like no other... Only the Lord knows about this holy love of the people for their son. Yesenin’s portrait is squeezed into wall family photo frames, placed on the shrine along with icons...
And not a single Poet in Russia has ever been exterminated or banned with such frenzy and tenacity as Yesenin! And they banned, and kept silent, and belittled, and threw mud at them - and they are still doing this. It is impossible to understand why?
Time has shown: the higher Poetry is in its secret lordship, the more embittered the envious losers are, and the more imitators there are.
Another great gift of God from Yesenin - he read his poems as uniquely as he created them. They sounded like that in his soul! All that remained was to say it. Everyone was shocked by his reading. Please note, great Poets have always been able to read their poems uniquely and by heart - Pushkin and Lermontov... Blok and Gumilyov... Yesenin and Klyuev... Tsvetaeva and Mandelstam... So, young gentlemen, a poet mumbling his lines on a piece of paper from the stage is not a Poet, but an amateur... A poet may not be able to do many things in his life, but not this!
The last poem, “Goodbye, my friend, goodbye...” is another secret of the Poet. In the same year, 1925, there are other lines: “You don’t know that life in the world is worth living!”

Yes, in the deserted city alleys, not only stray dogs, “lesser brothers,” but also big enemies listened to Yesenin’s light gait.
We must know the real truth and not forget how childishly his golden head was thrown back... And again his last wheeze is heard:

“My dears, good ones...”

“Bird cherry” Sergei Yesenin

Bird cherry fragrant
Bloomed with spring
And golden branches,
What curls, curled.
Honey dew all around
Slides along the bark
Spicy greens underneath
Shines in silver.
And nearby, by the thawed patch,
In the grass, between the roots,
The little one runs and flows
Silver stream.
Bird cherry fragrant
Having hung himself, he stands,
And the greenery is golden
It's burning in the sun.
The stream is like a thunderous wave
All branches are doused
And insinuatingly under the steep
Sings her songs.

Analysis of Yesenin’s poem “Bird cherry”

In the early works of Sergei Yesenin there are a lot of works that are dedicated to the beauty of his native nature. This is not surprising, since the poet’s childhood and youth were spent in the picturesque village of Konstantinovo, where the author learned not only to understand and appreciate the world around him, but also to notice any little things that characterize its transformation.
Yesenin often said that spring is his favorite time of year, as he can watch how nature awakens after hibernation. In the poet’s work, this period symbolizes new hopes and dreams, and also often reflects the elation that the author experiences. This is precisely the emotional tone of the poem “Bird Cherry,” created by the poet in 1915.

Using the imagery and flexibility of the Russian language, Yesenin endows an ordinary tree with human qualities, presenting the bird cherry in the image of a young girl who “curled golden branches like curls.” The amazing harmony of the surrounding world cannot leave the poet indifferent, and he notes how “honey dew” slides down the trunk of the bird cherry tree, and a “small silver stream” flows near its roots.

The spring awakening of nature evokes romantic thoughts in the poet, so the image of a stream in the poem symbolizes a young man in love who is just beginning to discover this tender and exciting feeling. Therefore, Yesenin draws a parallel between the human world and nature, focusing on the fact that the bird cherry tree and the stream remind him of young lovers who do not dare admit their feelings to each other. The tremulous bird cherry is beautiful in its timid beauty, and its “golden greenery burns in the sun.” As for the stream, it gently irrigates its branches with melt water and “ingratiatingly sings a song to it under the steep slope.”

An imaginative perception of the world is characteristic of all works of Yesenin’s landscape lyrics without exception. He knew how to see what others did not notice in the everyday bustle, and found such precise and delightful words to convey the beauty of ordinary natural phenomena that few could remain indifferent to his poems. In later lyrical works, the author more and more often depicted snow blizzards and cold autumn rain, which in their essence were in tune with the poet’s mood. However, the landscape lyrics of the initial stage of Yesenin’s work are painted in gentle and rich tones, filled with purity, joy and peace.

Analysis of the poem “Bird cherry” by Yesenin

Most of S. Yesenin's early work is devoted to landscape lyrics. The young peasant poet sought to reveal to his readers the wonderful world of Russian nature. Memories of his native village allowed Yesenin to create very pure, heartfelt works that accurately conveyed his feelings. One of them is the poem “Bird cherry” (1915).

The focus of the enthusiastic observer is the “fragrant bird cherry”. An ordinary tree is completely transformed with the onset of spring. Bird cherry appears in the guise of a young beautiful girl who has curled her curls. She is aware of her dazzling beauty, which makes her even more charming.

Bird cherry blossoms along with all the surrounding nature. Yesenin uses a rich color palette in depicting the landscape: “golden branches”, “greenery”, “in silver”. The dynamism of the overall picture is given by the flowing “silver stream”, which sings “songs” to the bird cherry tree. Thus, the image seems to come to life, filled with various sounds.

The bird cherry and the stream can symbolize two lovers, whose feelings awakened for the first time under the influence of spring. The “ingratiating” singing of a brook resembles a young man’s passionate declaration of love. Endowing plants and animals with human traits was generally a favorite technique of Yesenin, who did not separate man from nature.

A characteristic feature of Yesenin’s landscape lyrics is the absence of a lyrical hero. The figure of the observer is only assumed. The poet allows readers to look at the magical picture with their own eyes.

The work is written in a very simple and understandable language. Various epithets give it special beauty and lyricism: “fragrant”, “honey”, “explosive”. A common technique for Yesenin’s early lyrics is the use of personification: “the dew... slides,” “the stream... sings.” The poet also uses original metaphors: “the greenery... burns in the sun”, “it showers all the branches with a rattling wave.” The only comparison (“like curls”) will become traditional for Yesenin and will subsequently be used by him very often.

The spring transformation of nature was not chosen by Yesenin by chance. It was very close to his own condition during this period. The young poet recently moved to Moscow. He is full of hope and confident in his own abilities. Yesenin associated his entry into the poetic world with the beginning of a new life. He was in a state of powerful spiritual uplift. This feeling became the “calling card” of the new Russian poet, with the help of which he managed to conquer the discerning Moscow public.

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