Spring is as clear as the air. Analysis of the poem "Spring, spring! How clean the air is! Baratynsky

THE COMING OF SPRING
Vasily Zhukovsky
Green fields, groves babble,
There is a tremor in the sky of a lark,
Warm rain, sparkling waters, -
Having named you, what to add?
How else to glorify you
Soul life, spring coming?

***
Athanasius Fet
This morning, this joy
This power of both day and light,
This blue vault
This cry and strings
These flocks, these birds,
This voice of the 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 without eclipse,
This sigh of the night village,
This night without sleep
This haze and the heat of the bed,
This fraction and these trills,
It's all spring.
***

"Belated Spring"
Stuart E.K.
high blue
And melted patches of snow ...
A little late spring
Wearily waiting at the crossroads.

The train rushes across to her,
And the good bass of an electric locomotive
Flying through the transparent forest
Where birch trees reach for spring.

They haven't gotten better yet.
No matter what step, the path is snowless.
But in the secret plans of the earth
There is already a snowdrop.

It takes shape, color,
He drinks cold water.
He is not yet in the world,
But he must be born here.

No longer a thought or a dream
And the miracle that came true
He is the arrow of the first leaf
It will break through without fear of a cold.

Then the eye will wipe from sleep,
Squinting at the snow that melts nearby ...
Hurry on the road, spring,
He needs some help!
***

March
V. Orlov
That frost
Those 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 -
Brook woke up
And winter shows
Bud
Naughty, green
tongue.
***

MARCH
Vyach.I.Ivanov
Warm wind swirling,
Unlucky, messenger,
About spring confuses, mischievous,
Drowns, tramples the thawed snow,
tricks, travels,
Singing voice...
Someone from midnight nagreb
On the thawed snowdrift,
Above the ground crushed
Swept through the white winter.
The old snow was on the wane,
The grandson came for the grandfather.
The sun bakes merrily
It flows from the winded roofs.
The wind dances with the song of spring,
Black branches waving,
Caught up from afar
Golden clouds.

***

LAST SNOW
S. Severny

"I'm melting, I'm melting, I'm melting all over,
I'll spill a thin string.
Here it spilled. I'm running away.
Together with an ice floe, together with a thin
Into the far sea I will dash away
And the sonorous sea wave
I'll rush to the old rocks.
And what will happen here in the spring
I don't know, I don't know!"
Cried, cried the last snow:
"I'm melting, I'm melting, I'm floating away,
Will not come back!"

Spring, spring! how clean the air is! How clear is the sky! With his living azure He blinds my eyes. Spring, spring! How high On the wings of the breeze, Caressing the sun's rays, Clouds are flying! Noisy streams! glittering streams! Having roared, the river carries On the triumphant ridge The ice raised by it! The trees are still bare, But in the grove a decrepit leaf, As before, under my foot And noisy and fragrant. Under the sun the most soared And in the bright heights Invisible lark sings A salutary hymn to spring. What's wrong with her, what's wrong with my soul? With a stream she is a stream And with a bird a bird! murmurs with him, Flies in the sky with her! Why is she so happy And the sun and spring! Does she exult, like a daughter of the elements, At their feast? What needs! Happy is he who on it Drinks oblivion of thought, Whom far from it He, marvelous, will carry away!

Analysis of the poem

"Spring, spring! how pure the air!..” is one of Baratynsky's most famous poems, which is a magnificent example of Russian landscape lyrics of the nineteenth century. In this work, the poet welcomes spring, the rebirth of nature. The ongoing processes delight him, immeasurably please. Therefore, exclamatory sentences are so often used in the poem, therefore a clearly enthusiastic tone is chosen. Baratynsky sings a real hymn to the arrival of spring - solemn, but at the same time light, without excessive pathos. The awakening of nature also causes 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 inescapable joy in her, 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 create a lively and dynamic landscape: streams rustle, clouds fly, a lark sings, a 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. It is one, but it is shown as if from different points of view. First, the poet draws attention to the sky, then to the river, after that, 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 had broken through”, to walk freely along the dry streets of St. Petersburg.

Unfortunately, for a long time the work of Baratynsky remained underestimated. Contemporaries considered him a talented poet, but they were inextricably linked with the Pushkin school. Late lyrics the poet was 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 revived thanks to the Russian symbolists. It was they who put him on a par with Tyutchev, recognizing him as a major lyric philosopher. Later, Joseph Brodsky paid tribute to Yevgeny Abramovich, who wrote the poem “In Memory of E. A. Baratynsky” in 1961.

Spring, spring! How clean the air is!
How clear is the sky!
His azure alive
He blinds my eyes.

Spring, spring! how high
On the wings of the wind
caressing the sunbeams,
Clouds are flying!

Noisy streams! glittering streams!
Roaring, the river carries
On the triumphant ridge
The ice she lifted!

More trees are bare
But in the grove there is a decrepit leaf,
As before, under my foot
And noisy and fragrant.

Under the sun most soared
And in the bright sky
The invisible lark sings
Congratulatory hymn to spring.

What's wrong with her, what's wrong with my soul?
With a stream she is a stream
And with a bird, a bird! murmurs with him
Flying in the sky with her!

Why is she so happy
And the sun and spring!
Does she rejoice like the daughter of the elements,
Is she at their feast?

What needs! happy who is on it
Oblivion of thought drinks,
Who is far from her
He, marvelous, will carry away!

Analysis of the poem "Spring, spring! How clean the air is! Baratynsky

"Spring, Spring" by Yevgeny Abramovich Baratynsky refers to the odic landscape lyrics.

The poem was written in 1832. The poet himself at that time was 32 years old, he decided to take up farming, built a house, which later had to be sold. It also did not go well in the literary field: an invitation to the journal "European" prompted him to take up the pen more energetically, but pretty soon this publication was closed. His experiments with prose also failed: 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 a philosophical finale so familiar to E. Baratynsky. The size is a four-foot iambic with a rhyming similar to a cross, but there is also an idle element (lines 1 and 3 do not rhyme). Lyrical hero- 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 an anaphora). The air is transparent, the sky is clear. The light "blinds the eyes" (eyes) of the hero. Apparently, he has already weaned from the riot of colors and feelings. Then 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 kind of mythical creature, roars, breaks the ice, rushes forward, rearing up with ice floes. The sun also hastily captures territories. Everywhere the earth dries up, the snow melts. Even last year's leaf is still fragrant. The lark also participates in the celebration, his task is to sing a hymn to the transformation of nature. The hero listens to himself and cannot get enough of: what is with my soul? It was as if he had lifted a heavy weight from her. She broke away from the ground and carelessly chirps in the heights, murmurs with the stream, rejoices, like all living things. In these moments, he forgets about everything, longing leaves the hero, he drinks "oblivion of thought" at the feast. And, intoxicated, he surrenders to the general holiday. Let at least for a while, at least for an hour. Diminutive suffixes: breeze, bird. Personifications: caressing the clouds, the trees are bare (that is, not covered with leaves). Inversion: noisy, streams shine. The vocabulary is sublime, bright, emphasizing the dynamism of the poem. Synecdoche: decrepit leaf. Epithets: invisible, healthy, wondrous, bright. There are also rhetorical questions. Paraphrase: daughter of the elements. Hyperbole: soared under the sun.

Landscape poetry in the verses of E. Baratynsky is an infrequent visitor. She always performs in a symphony with the mood of the author.