Spring is as clear as the air

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

Spring, spring! how high
On the wings of the breeze,
Caressing the sun's rays,
Clouds are flying!

The streams are noisy! the streams are shining!
Roaring, the river carries
On the triumphant ridge
The ice she raised!

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

Soared under the sun
And in the bright heights
The invisible lark sings
A cheerful 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! murmuring with him,
Flying in the sky with her!

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

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

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

“Spring, Spring” by Evgeny Abramovich Baratynsky belongs to the odic landscape lyrics.

The poem was written in 1832. The poet himself turned 32 at that time; he decided to start farming and built a house, which he later had to sell. Things weren’t going well in the literary field either: an invitation to the magazine “European” prompted him to take up his pen more energetically, but pretty soon this publication was closed. His experiments with prose also failed: his first story went unnoticed by the public. Thus, the poet wrote almost nothing during this period. The genre is enthusiastic landscape lyricism, almost an ode, with a philosophical ending so familiar to E. Baratynsky. The meter is iambic tetrameter with a rhyme pattern similar to a cross rhyme, but there is also an element of idle (lines 1 and 3 do not rhyme). The lyrical hero is the poet himself; the poem consists of 8 stanzas filled 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” of the hero. Apparently, he was already unaccustomed to the riot of colors and feelings. Next is 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 is like something mythical creature, roars, breaks the ice, rushes forward, rearing up with ice floes. The sun is also quickly taking over territories. The ground is drying out everywhere and the snow is melting. 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 it: what’s wrong with my soul? It was as if he had lifted a heavy burden from her. She took off from the ground and chirped carefree in the heights, gurgled with the stream, rejoiced 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, he gives himself over to the general celebration. Let it be at least for a while, at least for an hour. Diminutive suffixes: breeze, bird. Personifications: caressing the clouds, the trees are naked (that is, not covered with leaves). Inversion: the streams are noisy and glistening. The vocabulary is sublime, bright, emphasizing the dynamism of the poem. Synecdoche: old leaf. Epithets: invisible, healthy, marvelous, bright. There are also rhetorical questions. Paraphrase: daughter of the elements. Hyperbole: soared into 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.

THE COMING OF SPRING
Vasily Zhukovsky
The greenery of the fields, the babbling of the groves,
There is a thrill in the sky of the lark,
Warm rain, sparkling waters, -
Having named you, what should I add?
How else can I glorify you?
Life of the soul, spring is coming?

***
Afanasy Fet
This morning, this joy,
This power of both day and light,
This blue vault
This cry and strings,
These flocks, these birds,
This talk of the waters

These willows and birches,
These drops - these tears,
This fluff is not a leaf,
These mountains, these valleys,
These midges, these bees,
This noise and whistle,

These dawns without eclipse,
This sigh of the night village,
This night without sleep
This darkness and heat of the bed,
This fraction and these trills,
This is all spring.
***

"Late Spring"
Stewart E.K.
High blue
And melted shreds of snow...
A little late spring
Wearily waits at a crossroads.

The train is rushing across her,
And the kind bass of the electric locomotive
Flying through a transparent forest
Where birch trees stretch towards spring.

They haven't gotten around to it yet
No matter what you take, the path is snowless.
But in the secret plans of the earth
A snowdrop has already appeared.

It takes shape, color,
He drinks ice water.
He's not in the world yet,
But he must be born soon.

No longer a thought or a dream,
And the miracle realized
He is the arrow of the first sheet
It will break through without fear of a cold.

Then the eye will wipe from sleep,
Looking sideways at the snow that is melting nearby...
Hurry up on your way, spring,
He needs a little help!
***

March
V. Orlov
It's frost
Those puddles are blue,
It's a 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 -
The stream woke up
And winter shows
Bud
Naughty, green
Tongue.
***

MARCH
Vyach.I.Ivanov
Warm wind whirling,
Unlucky, messenger,
He's making trouble about spring, the naughty one,
Drowns, tramples thawed snow,
Plays around, rolls around,
The lead singer is singing...
Someone has been raking since midnight
There's a snowdrift in the thawed area,
Above the crushed earth
Sweeping through the white winter.
The old snow was subsiding,—
The grandson came for his grandfather.
The sun is baking merrily,
It flows from the covered roofs.
The wind dances with a spring song,
Waving black branches,
Caught up from afar
Golden clouds.

***

LAST SNOW
S.Severny

“I’m melting, I’m melting, I’m melting all over,
I'll shed a thin thread.
It's spilled. I'm running away.
Along with a piece of ice, along with a thin piece of ice
I'll rush into the distant sea
And a ringing wave of the sea
I'll rush towards the old rocks.
And what will happen here in the spring,
I don’t recognize, I don’t recognize!”
The last snow cried and cried:
“I’m melting, melting, floating away,
Will not come back!"

Spring, spring! how clean the air is! How clear is the sky! He blinds my eyes with his living azure. Spring, spring! how high on the wings of the breeze, caressing the sun's rays, the clouds fly! The streams are noisy! the streams are shining! Roaring, the river carries on the triumphant ridge the ice it raised! The trees are still bare, But in the grove there is a decaying leaf, As before, under my foot, And it is noisy and fragrant. The invisible lark soared under the sun And in the bright heights the Invisible lark sings a cheerful 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 she is 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 needs! Happy is he who drinks oblivion of thought on it, Whom he, wondrous, will take far from it!

Analysis of the poem

“Spring, spring! how clean the air is!..” is one of Baratynsky’s most famous poems, representing an excellent 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 and please him immensely. That is why exclamatory sentences are used so often in the poem, and therefore an obviously 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. It gurgles along with the stream and soars into the sky like a bird. Spring gives birth to inescapable joy in her, hope for the best. The merging 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 living and dynamic landscape: streams rustle, clouds fly, a lark sings, a river carries ice. The picture painted by the poet is full of details, due to which a complete image of spring appears in the reader’s imagination. It is the same, but is shown as if from different points of view. First, the poet draws attention to the sky, then to the river, and after that to the lark.

The love for spring is 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 beautifies nature, to notice “a few blades of grass that have broken through,” and to have a good time walking along the dry streets of St. Petersburg.

Unfortunately, for a long time Baratynsky's creativity remained underestimated. Contemporaries considered him a talented poet, but inextricably linked him 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 Evgeniy 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 minor, too rational author. Interest in Baratynsky's work was revived thanks to Russian symbolists. It was they who put him on a par with Tyutchev, recognizing him as a major lyricist and philosopher. Later, Joseph Brodsky paid tribute to Yevgeny Abramovich, who wrote the poem “In Memory of E. A. Baratynsky” in 1961.