Poems about Yesenin and Gorky 30

Letter to Mother] Yesenin [Song of the Petrel] Gorky.

Birch. In front of my window, there was a birch tree, as if coated with silver frost, covered in snowflakes.

The fluffy branches, the snow-embroidered flower finches are chic, the strings of flower spikes are blooming, and the white tassels are picturesque.

In the hazy silence, the jade stood this white birch, in the brilliant golden glow.

Sparkling snowflakes.

The birch wandered around.

The morning glow came belatedly, and it slid into the snowy branches and > a layer of silver brilliance.

Yesenin's poems are all very vivid images of returning to the oak, for example, the night river water written by Yesenin quietly flows into the dream like a wither, the dark pine forest loses its noise, your song cough cough, silent, the horned rooster no longer shouts that the night is coming, leaking like a silence in all directions, only to hear the stream singing softly, the moon and the moon scattering its brilliance, covering everything around with silver, the big river forest and the small stream silver waves.

White birch, the sound of a Moscow tavern, lovely hometown, night, etc.

1, "Stars".

Bright stars, high stars!

What is contained in you and what is hidden?

Ah, the stars that melt deep thoughts;

With what force have you captured my heart? Dense stars, crowded stars!

What makes you beautiful and what makes you strong?

The stars in the sky, what do you use;

Attracting the great power of thirst for knowledge?

2, "The First Time Like Touching Snow".

I rode the sleigh in the wilderness quietly, and the snow powder rustled under the horses' hooves.

There was only a flock of noisy grey crows, constantly fluttering on the grass.

The forest was enchanted by the invisible man, who snoozed in the myth of dreams.

The pine trees are like tying up, white triangular turbans.

Live like an old woman, bent over and on crutches.

3, "I Remember".

I remember, my dear, remember;

The glitter of your soft hair;

Fate has left me from you;

My heart is heavy and sad.

I remember those autumn nights;

The shadows of the birch trees are shaking;

May the days be short;

May the moonlight shine longer.

4, "Dream".

In the gloomy jungle of green spruce, the leaves of the withered willow trees are turning yellow.

I came to the steep shore and the waves crashed calmly against the bay.

The two moons shook their horns and stirred up ripples with yellow smoke.

The surface of the lake was indistinguishable from the floating weeds, and the gull whimpered softly in the marsh.

5. "Moonlight, Nightingale and Roses in the Field".

I remember, my dear, remember;

The sparkle of your hair when you have to leave home.

My heart is heavy and melancholy, and I remember the autumn leaves.

the rustling of the shadows of the birch trees;

Although the days were short then;

The moon shines longer.

1, "Stars".

Bright as a touching star, a star high in the sky!

What is contained in you and what is hidden?

Ah, the stars that melt deep thoughts;

With what force have you captured my heart? Dense stars, crowded stars!

What makes you beautiful and what makes you strong?

The stars in the sky, what do you use;

Attracting the great power of thirst for knowledge?

2, "First Snow".

I rode the sleigh in the wilderness quietly, and the snow powder rustled under the horses' hooves. Banquet sales.

There was only a flock of noisy grey crows, constantly fluttering on the grass.

The forest was enchanted by the invisible man, who snoozed in the myth of dreams.

The pine trees are like tying up, white triangular turbans.

Like a scumbag talking about an old woman, bent over, on crutches.

3, "I Remember".

I remember, my dear, remember;

The glitter of your soft hair;

Fate has left me from you;

My heart is heavy and sad.

I remember those autumn nights;

The shadow of the birch tree is shaking;

May the days be short;

May the moonlight shine longer.

4, "Dream".

In the gloomy jungle of green spruce, the leaves of the withered willow trees are turning yellow.

I came to the steep shore and the waves crashed calmly against the bay.

The two moons shook their horns and stirred up ripples with yellow smoke.

The surface of the lake was indistinguishable from the floating weeds, and the gull whimpered softly in the marsh.

5. "Moonlight, Nightingale and Roses in the Field".

I remember, my dear, remember;

The sparkle of your hair when you have to leave home.

My heart is heavy and melancholy, and I remember the autumn leaves.

the rustling of the shadows of the birch trees;

Although the days were short then;

The moon shines longer.

Goodbye, goodbye, my friend, beloved, you are always in my heart, this fateful parting, a reunion for you and me that promises the next life.

Don't say goodbye, my friend, don't be sad, don't frown:

In this life, death is no longer fresh, but life that is fresher than death is hard to find.

Goodbye, my friend, Goodbye, dear, you will always remember my heart. A fateful separation, heralding a reunion in the afterlife. Goodbye, my friend, no need to say anything and no other need to shake hands, Don't be sad, don't be sad - In this world, death is not new, and it is not rare to live, of course.

Goodbye, my friend! Farewell, my dear ones!

Yesenin was a Russian pastoral poetBorn in a peasant family in Ryazan Province, raised by his kulak grandfather, he graduated from the Normal School in 1912 and then went to Moscow to work as a proofreader in a printing house, while participating in the Surikov Literary Group and taking courses at the Shaniavsky Civilian University.

In 1914 he published the lyric poem "White Birch", in 1915 he became acquainted with Blok, Gorky and Mayakovsky, and published his first collection of poems "Day of the Dead", enlisted in the army in the spring of 1916, married Ryich after being discharged from the army, and committed suicide at dawn on December 28, 1925 in a hotel in Leningrad.

Major works: In 1919, he participated in the publication of the Imagist "Manifesto", and later wrote "Life and Art", criticizing Imagism, indicating his return to real life, marrying Duncan in 1921, traveling to Europe and the United States the following year, returning to the Soviet Union in 1923, and publishing articles criticizing the American way of life.

In 1924, he published a collection of poems that caused a sensation in the literary world, "The Voice of the Moscow Tavern", showing the poet's depressed and depressed mind, and from 1924 to 1925, the poet's preparation and creativity entered a peak period, and he wrote a group of poems "Persian Lyricism", a long poem "Anna Snekina", and a collection of imitation poems "Soviet Russia".