Spring, spring! How clean the air is!
How clear is the sky!
With your azure alive
It blinds my eyes.
Spring, spring! How high
On the wings of the breeze
Caressing the sun's rays
The clouds are flying!
The streams are rustling! The streams shine!
Roaring, the river carries
On a triumphant ridge
Ice raised by her!
The trees are still naked
But in the grove there is a shabby leaf,
As before under my foot
And noisy and fragrant.
Under the sun the most soared
And in the bright heights
The invisible lark sings
A cheery hymn to spring.
What's wrong with her? What's with my soul?
With a creek she is a creek
And a bird with a bird!
Murmurs with him,
Flies in the sky with her!
***
Sergey Gorodetsky
Hello, spring first grass!
How did it bloom? Are you happy with the warmth?
I know you have fun and crush there,
They work together in every corner.
Dry out a leaf or a blue flower
Everyone hurries young spine
Earlier than the willow of tender buds
The first will show a green leaf.
***
ARRIVAL OF SPRING
Vasily Zhukovsky
The green of the cornfield, the grove of babble,
There is a thrill in the sky of a lark
Warm rain, sparkling waters, -
Telling you what to add?
How else to glorify you
Soul life, spring coming?
***
Afanasy Fet
This morning, this joy,
This power of both day and light,
This blue vault
This scream and strings
These flocks, these birds,
This dialect of waters
These willows and birches
These drops are these tears
This fluff is not a leaf
These mountains, these valleys,
These midges, these bees
This tongue and whistle,
These dawns are without eclipse,
This sigh of a night village
This night is awake
This haze and heat of the bed
This roll and these trills
This is all spring.
***
"Late Spring"
Stuart E.K.
High blueness
And the snow of thawed rags ...
A little late spring
Waiting wearily at the crossroads
The train rushes across to her,
And the kind bass of an electric locomotive
Flies through a transparent forest
Where birches are drawn to spring.
They haven't gotten well yet
Even though every step, the paths are snowless.
But in the secret designs of the earth
The snowdrop has already appeared.
It takes shape, color,
He drinks icy water.
He is not yet in the world,
But he is about to be born.
No longer a thought or a dream,
And an embodied miracle
He is the arrow of the first sheet
Break through without fear of a cold.
Then he will wipe the peephole from sleep
Looking sideways at the snow that is melting nearby ...
Hurry on the way, spring
He needs a little help!
***
March
V. Orlov
That frost
Then the puddles are blue
That blizzard
Those are sunny days.
On the hills
Snow spots
Hiding from the sun
In the shadow.
Above the ground-
Goose chain
On the ground -
A trickle woke up
And winter shows
Bud
Mischievous, green
Tongue.
***
O. A. Belyaevskaya
Sparrows told me today -
I don't know if it's true - that spring is coming.
I can't believe it: we played snowballs yesterday
And on the pond the transparent ice is strong.
Chivik chik chik! How did you know?
Who told you about spring, little birds?
"A half-day ray caressed our wings,
The first drips sounded today. "
***
MARCH
Viach.I. Ivanov
Warm whirlwind wind,
Unlucky, messenger,
He will confuse about spring, crazy,
Drowns, tramples the thawed snow,
Tricks, wheels,
The singer is wailing ...
Someone from midnight raked
On a thawed snowdrift
Over the broken land
Swept through the white winter.
The old snow was waning, -
The grandson came for grandfather.
The sun bakes merrily
It flows from the roofs of the wind.
The wind dances with a spring song,
Waving black branches
Drove from afar
Golden clouds.
***
THE LAST SNOW
S. Severny
“I melt, I melt, I melt all,
I will pour out like a string.
Here is spilled. I'm running away.
Together with a piece of ice, together with a thin
I will rush into the distant sea
And a sea call wave
I'll rush to the old rocks.
And what will be here in the spring
I don’t know, I don’t know! "
The last snow cried, cried:
“I melt, I melt, I float away,
Will not come back!"
Spring, spring! how clean the air! How clear the sky is! He dazzles my eyes with his living azure. Spring, spring! how high On the wings of the breeze, Caressing the sun's rays, Clouds fly! The streams are rustling! streams glisten! Roaring, the river carries On the triumphant ridge Ice lifted by it! Still the trees are bared, But in the grove there is an old leaf, As before, under my foot And noisy and fragrant. Under the sun, the most soared And in the bright heights The invisible lark sings A cheery hymn to spring. What's with her, what's with my soul? With a stream she is a stream And a bird with a bird! murmurs with him, Flies in the sky with her! Why does the sun and spring make her so happy! Does she rejoice, like the daughter of the elements, At their feast? What a need! happy, who is on him Drinking oblivion of thought, Whom is far from her, He, wondrous, will carry away!
Analysis of the poem
“Spring, spring! how clean the air! .. "is one of the most famous poems by Baratynsky, which is a magnificent example of Russian landscape poetry of the nineteenth century. In this work, the poet welcomes spring, the rebirth of nature. The ongoing processes delight him, immensely delight. Therefore, exclamation sentences are so often used in the poem, therefore, a clearly enthusiastic tone is chosen. Baratynsky sings a real hymn to the coming of spring - solemn, but at the same time light, without excessive pathos. The awakening of nature also evokes the awakening of the soul of the lyrical hero. She murmurs along with the stream, ascends into the sky like a bird. Spring gives birth to her inescapable joy, hope for the best. The fusion of the soul with nature allows the lyrical hero to feel the delight of the fullness of being.
The use of numerous verbs helps Baratynsky to create a lively and dynamic landscape: streams rustle, clouds fly, a lark sings, the river carries ice. The picture drawn by the poet is full of details, due to which a complete image of spring appears in the reader's imagination. He is one, but shown as if from different points of view. First, the poet pays attention to the sky, then to the river, and then to the lark.
Love for spring was reflected not only in Baratynsky's poems, but also in some of his letters. In April 1815, he wrote to his mother that it was a great joy for him to watch how spring decorates nature, to notice "a few blades of grass that have broken through," to walk around the dry streets of St. Petersburg.
Unfortunately, for a long time, Baratynsky's work remained underestimated. Contemporaries considered him a talented poet, but they were inextricably linked with the Pushkin school. The poet's later lyrics turned out to be completely misunderstood by critics. At the same time, Pushkin always spoke positively about Baratynsky. They considered Yevgeny Abramovich to think correctly and independently, to feel strongly and deeply. Literary critics of the second half of the nineteenth century called the poet a secondary, too rational author. Interest in the work of Baratynsky was revived thanks to the Russian Symbolists. It was they who put him on a par with Tyutchev, recognizing him as a major lyricist-philosopher. Later, a tribute to Yevgeny Abramovich was paid by Joseph Brodsky, who in 1961 wrote a poem "In memory of E. A. Baratynsky."
Spring, spring! How clean the air is!
How clear is the sky!
With your azure alive
It blinds my eyes.
Spring, spring! how high
On the wings of the breeze
Caressing the sun's rays
The clouds are flying!
The streams are rustling! streams glisten!
Roaring, the river carries
On a triumphant ridge
Ice raised by her!
The trees are still naked
But in the grove there is a shabby leaf,
As before, under my foot
And noisy and fragrant.
Under the sun the most soared
And in the bright heights
The invisible lark sings
A cheery hymn to spring.
What's with her, what's with my soul?
With a creek she is a creek
And a bird with a bird! murmurs with him,
Flies in the sky with her!
Why makes her so happy
And the sun and spring!
Does she rejoice, like the daughter of the elements,
Is she at their feast?
What a need! happy who's on it
Oblivion of thought drinks
Who is far from her
He, wonderful, will carry away!
Analysis of the poem “Spring, Spring! How clean the air! " Baratynsky
"Spring, Spring" by Yevgeny Abramovich Baratynsky belongs to the odic landscape lyrics.
The poem was written in 1832. The poet himself at this time turned 32 years old, he decided to take up farming, built a house, which later had to be sold. It did not go well in the literary field: an invitation to the magazine "European" prompted him to take up the pen more energetically, but soon enough this publication was closed. His experiments with prose were also unsuccessful: the first story went unnoticed by the public. Thus, the poet wrote almost nothing during this period. Genre - enthusiastic landscape lyrics, almost an ode, with the philosophical ending so familiar to E. Baratynsky. The size is iambic tetrameter with a rhyme similar to a cross, but there is also an idle element (1 and 3 lines do not rhyme). The lyrical hero is the poet himself, the poem consists of 8 stanzas, overflowing with exclamations. The refrain is both in the title and in the quatrains (where it is also anaphora). The air is clear, the sky is clear. The light "blinds the eyes" (eyes) of the hero. Apparently, he has already lost the habit of the riot of colors and feelings. Further, a series of particles with emotionally expressive shades: how high, how clear. The poet tries to convey not only colors, but also sounds and smells. The river, like some mythical creature, roars, breaks the ice, rushes forward, rearing up in ice floes. The sun is also hastily taking over territories. Everywhere the earth dries up, snow melts. Even last year's leaf is still fragrant. The lark also participates in the celebration, its task is to sing a hymn to the transformation of nature. The hero listens to himself and cannot rejoice: what's wrong with my soul? From her, he seemed to have thrown a heavy burden. She has lifted herself off the ground and chirps carelessly in the heights, murmurs with a stream, rejoices, like all living things. At these moments he forgets about everything, melancholy leaves the hero, he drinks "oblivion of thought" at the feast. And, intoxicated, is given to the general holiday. Let at least for a while, at least for an hour. Diminutive suffixes: breeze, birdie. Avatars: caressing clouds, trees are naked (that is, not covered with foliage). Inversion: noisy, glistening streams. The vocabulary is sublime, bright, emphasizing the dynamism of the poem. Synecdoche: a decrepit leaf. Epithets: invisible, healthy, wonderful, bright. There are also rhetorical questions. Periphrase: daughter of the elements. Hyperbole: soared under the sun.
Landscape lyrics in the verses of E. Baratynsky are an infrequent guest. She always performs in a symphony with the mood of the author.