Poetry of the early 20th century amazes and surprises with its many colors and many voices. "Let's be like the sun!" - exclaims K. Balmont, one of the leaders of Russian symbolism, in 1902. A romantic and maximalist, a highly impressionable, artistic and at the same time vulnerable nature, he makes exorbitant demands on people’s existence. He places the Sun at the center of the world - the source of light and conscience, the source of life. His poems are musical, they contain the murmuring of spring streams and sparkling sun glare, splashes and foaming sea, spirituality, sadness and bright hope - the joy of life:
I dreamed of catching the passing shadows,
The fading shadows of the fading day,
I climbed the tower, and the steps trembled,
And the steps trembled under my feet... ...
The higher I climbed, the brighter they sparkled,
The brighter the heights of the slumbering mountains sparkled,
And it was as if they were caressing you with a farewell radiance,
It was as if they were gently caressing a hazy gaze.
No wonder A. Blok in his article “On Lyrics” says: “When you listen to Balmont, you always listen to spring.” The lines of A. Bely are amazing:
Howl, storm element,
In columns of thunderous fire!
Russia, Russia, Russia -
Be crazy, burning me!
Is it possible declare about the famous poet I. Annensky more insightfully than N. Gumilyov said about him:
Innokenty Annensky was the last
From Tsarskoye Selo swans...
Here are a few “captivating and strange” lines from I. Annensky:
Among the worlds, in the twinkling of the luminaries
I repeat the name of One Star...
Not because I loved her,
But because I languish with others.
And if doubt is hard for me,
I pray to Her alone for an answer,
Not because it’s light from Her,
But because it doesn’t require light.
The main theme of the work of another poet of the “Silver Age” M. Kuzmin is love. “Kuzmin’s love is quiet, musical, as if lunar. She is all in the thrill of affectionate forebodings, she is the expectation of tenderness,” wrote the famous literary critic P. N. Medvedev.
My soul does not repent of love -
She is bright and cheerful
What peace descends upon me!
Numberless stars lit up.
And I stand in front of the lamps,
Looking at the close sweet face.
Ice has no power over waterfalls,
The spring of love waters is great.
The poetry of Nikolai Gumilyov “resembles the explosion of a star before its destruction dazzling flared up and sent a stream of light into the spaces surrounding it" (Vyach. Ivanov). The "Protestant tidy paradise" was alien to him, he experienced and experienced a lot, visited distant countries, was famous and, as he himself believed, had come to "the middle of the journey earthly", died in the prime of his creative powers. Alas, "Russian poets fulfill their lot without finishing their swan song" (Rastopchina). Young people entering life are interested in N. Gumilyov primarily because of their passionate desire and, which not everyone succeeds in, the ability to overcome obstacles, to prove to himself and others that a person can achieve a goal. He was physically weak - and became strong, he was unsure of himself - and managed to establish himself, he was unknown - and became a famous Poet.
The swift-winged ones are led by captains -
Discoverers of new lands,
For those who are not afraid of hurricanes,
Who has experienced maelstroms and shoals.
Whose I don’t drink lost charters -
The chest is soaked with the salt of the sea,
Who is the needle on the torn map
Marks his daring path...
It is not surprising that N. Gumilyov united 26 different poets around himself and stood at the head of a new literary movement of the 10-20s of the 20th century - acmeism: after all, "acme" translated from Greek - " highest degree something, color, blooming time,” and also, as N. Gumilyov wrote, “courageously firm and clear outlook on life."
This position was poetically illustrated by another poet, S. Gorodetsky:
Name, find out, tear off the covers
And idle zilch, and decrepit darkness.
Here is the first feat.
A new feat - to sing praises to the Living Earth.
One of the leading participants in the futurist movement was V. Khlebnikov. He led an unsettled, semi-vagrant life, was a rare unmercenary, called himself a dervish, a yogi, a Martian. Khlebnikov is an experimental poet, a seeker, “Columbus of new poetic continents,” according to Mayakovsky’s definition. He wrote in a very original way, basing his work on his own theories. Based on nests of related words, he substantiated the possibility of the emergence of new words and created them himself.
Maximilian Voloshin... At first the same one the poet attracted me with the melody, lightness, and grace of his poems:
And the world is like the sea before dawn,
And I walk along the bosom of the waters,
And below me and above me
The starry sky trembles.
Then - by the depth of your life program, which is based on the desire
See everything, understand everything, know everything, experience everything,
Take in all the shapes, all the colors with your eyes,
Walk across the entire earth with burning feet,
To perceive everything and embody it again.
But, perhaps, his cycle of poems “The Paths of Russia” caused me the greatest shock. Much is reflected in it: the uprising of Stepan Razin, time of troubles, revolution and civil war. The poet tries to comprehend the past Russian Federation and predict its future. First of all, M. Voloshin draws attention to the tragedy of the fate of the Motherland:
O pavement stones, which only once
Blood touched! I'm in charge of your account.
The fate of Russians is also tragic:
All Rus' is a bonfire. Unquenchable Flame
From edge to edge, from century to century
It hums, roars... And the stone cracks.
And every torch is a person.
The events of 1917 and the subsequent civil war hit Russia with even greater force:
“They took it at gunpoint”, “they put it against the wall”,
"Write off as expense" -
So they changed from year to year
Shades of speech and everyday life.
“Slap”, “crash”, “slap”.
“To Dukhonin’s headquarters”, “exchange” -
It’s impossible to convey it more simply and trenchantly
Our bloody beating.
In the early 20s, M. Voloshin lived in Crimea, where the contradictions of the era and the tragedy of strife were perceived especially acutely: Crimea passed from hand to hand, and famine began in the winter of 1921-1922. The April poems of 1921 (“Terror”, “Red Easter”, “Terminology”, etc.) are the cry of a poet appealing to the conscience and humanism of distraught people:
In the morning they distributed vodka to the soldiers.
In the evening by candlelight
They called out lists of men and women.
They'll drive you into the dark courtyard...
Those who were still not killed were thrown into a pit.
They hastily covered it with earth.
And then with a broad Russian song
We returned home to the city.
And by dawn we made our way to the same ravines
Wives, mothers, dogs.
They tore up the ground. They squabbled over the bones.
Kissed the sweet flesh.
How can one not recall Pushkin’s lines: “God forbid that we see a Russian rebellion, senseless and merciless...”
“At the bottom of the underworld” - this is what M. Voloshin called a poem dedicated to the memory of A. Blok and N. Gumilyov. It is difficult to remain human in these cruel times. M. Voloshin expressed his philosophical and poetic credo in the poem “The Valor of the Poet”:
You are an accomplice of fate, revealing the plan of the drama.
In the days of the revolution, be a Man, not a Citizen.
The belief that “righteous Rus' arises from crimes and frenzy” did not leave M. Voloshin. A poet and humanist, he shared the fate of his Motherland and gave voice to his conscience:
Maybe I’ll draw such a lot,
Bitter child killer - Rus'!
And I’ll stand at the bottom of my cellars
Or I'll slip in a bloody puddle,
But I will not leave your Golgotha,
I will not renounce your graves.
Hunger or anger will finish you off,
But I won’t choose another fate:
To die, to die like this with you -
And with you, like Lazarus, rise from the grave!
Poets of the “Silver Age”... Different visions of the world, different, most often tragic, destinies. Not everything in their work is clear to us, but their talent and originality are undeniable. Of course, it is impossible to limit their work to the framework of any one literary movement: symbolism, acmeism or futurism. The depth of thought, mastery of words, the ability to comprehend the life of the spirit, the movement of the soul, the historical, literary and socio-civil issues of their works, and translation activities characterize them much more broadly and deeply.
For us, readers of the 20th century, their work is undoubtedly great poetry, which came to us as joy, as a new discovery of the world, affirming the inexhaustibility, greatness and “high aspiration” of Russian poetry.
My discovery of the "Silver Age" of Russian poetry
K. Balmont, N. Gumilyov, A. Akhmatova (Approximate text of the essay)
The beautiful name “Silver Age” made me turn to Russian poetry late XIX- beginning of the 20th century. This amazing world amazes with its unusualness and originality. It is not easy for a person brought up on the poems of Pushkin, Lermontov and Nekrasov to understand the poetics of the Symbolists, Acmeists and Futurists, their ideas, their special, unconventional view of the surrounding reality and themselves. The first poet who opened the unique world of the “Silver Age” to me was K. Balmont. For the amazing musicality of his verse, he was called the “Paganini of Russian verse.” His works are perceived as a fusion of poetry with music; on Balmont’s poems, like on notes, one can put musical symbols.
I dreamed of catching the passing shadows,
The fading shadows of the fading day,
I climbed the tower, and the steps trembled,
And the steps shook under my feet.
A dream, shadows, a fading day, an attempt to catch what is gone, to stop time - these images help the poet express the idea that existence is just a shadow, which means there is no need to regret what was left behind and wait for the future. In my opinion, reading Balmont, you are convinced of the truth of the old truth that a person is the whole world, which is interesting in itself. In the poems of this wonderful poet, all attention is focused on his own soul, which does not seek contact with others. His poems convey the diverse shades of sensations, experiences, and moods of the lyrical hero.
I hate humanity
I run away from him in a hurry.
My united fatherland -
My desert soul.
In my opinion, the challenge and bravado that sound in these words of the poet cannot hide his extreme loneliness. It seems that Balmont is creating a legend about himself. He was often reproached for egocentrism, for his enthusiastic attitude towards himself, his uniqueness, his chosenness. “Laws are not for me, since I am a genius,” wrote Balmont. But I think that this arrogance of a loner is just a pose, a role that the poet himself chose and which he did not always play brilliantly and convincingly. After all, a cold, arrogant egoist, rising above the crowd, could never write such deeply humane, hard-won lines:
I am struck to death by my consciousness,
I am wounded in the heart by my mind.
I am inseparable from this universe,
I created the world with all its suffering,
Jetting fire, I myself perish like smoke.
Balmont's poetry is still alive. She excites with her emotionality, spirituality, and joy of being.
Romanticism of the worldview is characteristic of another remarkable poet of the “Silver Age” - N. Gumilyov. Unlike Balmont, Gumilyov strives in every possible way to hide his intimate world behind colorful exotic paintings, behind the “mask of a conquistador.” It is very difficult, and most likely simply impossible, to talk more or less fully about the poems of this poet. After all, each of his poems opens up some new facet of views, moods, and vision of the world. In one way he is a singer of courage, risk, courage. His "Captains" is a hymn to courageous people who challenge fate and the elements.
The swift-winged ones are led by captains -
Discoverers of new lands,
For those who are not afraid of hurricanes,
Who has experienced maelstroms and shoals.
Whose is not the dust of lost charters -
The chest is soaked with the salt of the sea,
Who is the needle on the torn map
Marks his daring path.
But the energetic, elastic rhythm of the verse suddenly gives way to sad, elegiac lines:
Another unnecessary day
Gorgeous and unnecessary!
Come, caressing shadow,
And clothe the troubled soul
With your pearl robe.
The poem “Evening” is imbued with a mood of calm sadness, regret that only in a dream the “promised country - long-mourned happiness” appears to the poet. But when I think about Gumilyov, what comes to mind first of all is the mysterious Lake Chad, on which “an exquisite giraffe roams.” Why is such a strange, unusual image so touching and fascinating? This is a symbol of the wonderful, beautiful and mysterious that you need to believe in.
I know funny tales mysterious countries
About the black maiden, about the passion of the young leader,
But you've been breathing in the heavy fog for too long,
You don't want to believe in anything other than rain.
And how can I tell you about the tropical garden,
About slender palm trees, about the smell of incredible herbs...
Are you crying? Listen... far away, on Lake Chad
An exquisite giraffe wanders.
In my opinion, this poem contains a sharp rejection of the gray, monotonous reality in which we live, poor in feelings and events. To feel the fullness and joy of being, you need to create the world yourself, color it bright colors and sounds and, most importantly, believe in its reality. But this is beyond the power of an ordinary person who cannot overcome his skepticism, rationality, and rationalism. Such a person is spiritually poor: he is not able to see and feel beauty.
The poetry of A. Akhmatova also introduces us to the world of beauty, although it does not contain exotic paintings, sophistication of language, or sophistication of style. Despite the open everydayness and extreme simplicity of the language, her poems amaze with the inner strength of feeling and spontaneity of emotions. When thinking about Akhmatova’s poetry, the word “love” immediately comes to mind. Meetings and partings, tenderness and dedication, joy bursting from the heart and quiet sadness - all these various shades love feeling I met on the pages of Akhmatova’s books. True, the poetess’s love is rarely happy. It brings with it sadness, homelessness, tragedy. But let’s turn to Akhmatova’s poems, which tell a much better story about love.
You can't confuse real tenderness
With nothing, and she is quiet.
You are in vain carefully wrapping
My shoulders and chest are covered in fur.
And in vain are the words submissive
You're talking about first love.
How do I know these stubborn
Your unsatisfied glances!
A burning dream of truly high love, undistorted in any way, a heightened sense of falsehood, disappointment in a loved one found their expression in this short poem. Akhmatova’s love lyrics are perceived as a huge novel in which human destinies are intertwined and all the diverse nuances are reflected intimate relationships. But most often these are stories about “mysterious non-meetings”, “unspoken speeches”, about someone “who did not come”, about something not embodied. The poem "Fisherman" develops the theme of premonition, expectation of love. The first, still childish feeling powerfully takes possession of the girl, “that goes to the city to sell anchovy.”
Cheeks are pale, arms are weak,
The weary gaze is deep,
Crabs tickle her feet
Crawling out onto the sand.
But she doesn't catch anymore
Their outstretched hand.
The blood beat is getting stronger
In a body wounded by longing.
Akhmatova's lyrics reveal not only her spiritual life. It is in tune with the feelings and experiences of people whose lives were illuminated by love, giving joy, sadness, excitement, and suffering.
The poetry of the “Silver Age” opened up to me a unique world of beauty, goodness, and harmony. She taught me to see beauty in the ordinary and familiar, and made me listen to myself and to people. Thanks to meeting her, my life has become richer and more spiritual. I felt like a discoverer of a land where “the union of magical sounds, feelings and thoughts” reigns.
K. Balmont, N. Gumilyov, A. Akhmatova (Approximate text of the essay)
The beautiful name “Silver Age” made me turn to Russian poetry of the late 19th - early 20th centuries. This amazing world amazes with its unusualness and originality. It is not easy for a person brought up on the poems of Pushkin, Lermontov and Nekrasov to understand the poetics of the Symbolists, Acmeists and Futurists, their ideas, their special, unconventional view of the surrounding reality and themselves. The first poet who opened the unique world of the “Silver Age” to me was K. Balmont. For the amazing musicality of his verse, he was called the “Paganini of Russian verse.” His works are perceived as a fusion of poetry with music; on Balmont’s poems, like on notes, one can put musical symbols.
I dreamed of catching the passing shadows,
The fading shadows of the fading day,
I climbed the tower, and the steps trembled,
And the steps shook under my feet.
A dream, shadows, a fading day, an attempt to catch what is gone, to stop time - these images help the poet express the idea that existence is just a shadow, which means there is no need to regret what was left behind and wait for the future. In my opinion, reading Balmont, you are convinced of the truth of the old truth that a person is a whole world that is interesting in itself. In the poems of this wonderful poet, all attention is focused on his own soul, which does not seek contact with others. His poems convey the diverse shades of sensations, experiences, and moods of the lyrical hero.
I hate humanity
I run away from him in a hurry.
My united fatherland -
My desert soul.
In my opinion, the challenge and bravado that sound in these words of the poet cannot hide his extreme loneliness. It seems that Balmont is creating a legend about himself. He was often reproached for egocentrism, for his enthusiastic attitude towards himself, his uniqueness, his chosenness. “Laws are not for me, since I am a genius,” wrote Balmont. But I think that this arrogance of a loner is just a pose, a role that the poet himself chose and which he did not always play brilliantly and convincingly. After all, a cold, arrogant egoist, rising above the crowd, could never write such deeply humane, hard-won lines:
I am struck to death by my consciousness,
I am wounded in the heart by my mind.
I am inseparable from this universe,
I created the world with all its suffering,
Jetting fire, I myself perish like smoke.
Balmont's poetry is still alive. She excites with her emotionality, spirituality, and joy of being.
Romanticism of the worldview is characteristic of another remarkable poet of the “Silver Age” - N. Gumilyov. Unlike Balmont, Gumilyov strives in every possible way to hide his intimate world behind colorful exotic paintings, behind the “mask of a conquistador.” It is very difficult, and most likely simply impossible, to talk more or less fully about the poems of this poet. After all, each of his poems opens up some new facet of views, moods, and vision of the world. In one way he is a singer of courage, risk, courage. His "Captains" is a hymn to courageous people who challenge fate and the elements.
The swift-winged ones are led by captains -
Discoverers of new lands,
For those who are not afraid of hurricanes,
Who has experienced maelstroms and shoals.
Whose is not the dust of lost charters -
The chest is soaked with the salt of the sea,
Who is the needle on the torn map
Marks his daring path.
But the energetic, elastic rhythm of the verse suddenly gives way to sad, elegiac lines:
Another unnecessary day
Gorgeous and unnecessary!
Come, caressing shadow,
And clothe the troubled soul
With your pearl robe.
The poem “Evening” is imbued with a mood of calm sadness, regret that only in a dream the “promised country - long-mourned happiness” appears to the poet. But when I think about Gumilyov, what comes to mind first of all is the mysterious Lake Chad, on which “an exquisite giraffe roams.” Why is such a strange, unusual image so touching and fascinating? This is a symbol of the wonderful, beautiful and mysterious that you need to believe in.
I know funny tales of mysterious countries
About the black maiden, about the passion of the young leader,
But you've been breathing in the heavy fog for too long,
You don't want to believe in anything other than rain.
And how can I tell you about the tropical garden,
About slender palm trees, about the smell of incredible herbs...
Are you crying? Listen... far away, on Lake Chad
An exquisite giraffe wanders.
In my opinion, this poem contains a sharp rejection of the gray, monotonous reality in which we live, poor in feelings and events. To feel the fullness and joy of existence, you need to create the world yourself, color it with bright colors and sounds and, most importantly, believe in its reality. But this is beyond the power of an ordinary person who cannot overcome his skepticism, rationality, and rationalism. Such a person is spiritually poor: he is not able to see and feel beauty.
The poetry of A. Akhmatova also introduces us to the world of beauty, although it does not contain exotic paintings, sophistication of language, or sophistication of style. Despite the open everydayness and extreme simplicity of the language, her poems amaze with the inner strength of feeling and spontaneity of emotions. When thinking about Akhmatova’s poetry, the word “love” immediately comes to mind. Meetings and partings, tenderness and dedication, joy bursting from the heart and quiet sadness - I met all these various shades of love feelings on the pages of Akhmatov’s books. True, the poetess’s love is rarely happy. It brings with it sadness, homelessness, tragedy. But let’s turn to Akhmatova’s poems, which tell a much better story about love.
You can't confuse real tenderness
With nothing, and she is quiet.
You are in vain carefully wrapping
My shoulders and chest are covered in fur.
And in vain are the words submissive
You're talking about first love.
How do I know these stubborn
Your unsatisfied glances!
A burning dream of truly high love, undistorted in any way, a heightened sense of falsehood, disappointment in a loved one found their expression in this short poem. Akhmatova’s love lyrics are perceived as a huge novel in which human destinies are intertwined and all the diverse nuances of intimate relationships are reflected. But most often these are stories about “mysterious non-meetings”, “unspoken speeches”, about someone “who did not come”, about something not embodied. The poem "Fisherman" develops the theme of premonition, expectation of love. The first, still childish feeling powerfully takes possession of the girl, “that goes to the city to sell anchovy.”
Cheeks are pale, arms are weak,
The weary gaze is deep,
Crabs tickle her feet
Crawling out onto the sand.
But she doesn't catch anymore
Their outstretched hand.
The blood beat is getting stronger
In a body wounded by longing.
Akhmatova's lyrics reveal not only her spiritual life. It is in tune with the feelings and experiences of people whose lives were illuminated by love, giving joy, sadness, excitement, and suffering.
The poetry of the “Silver Age” opened up to me a unique world of beauty, goodness, and harmony. She taught me to see beauty in the ordinary and familiar, and made me listen to myself and to people. Thanks to meeting her, my life has become richer and more spiritual. I felt like a discoverer of a land where “the union of magical sounds, feelings and thoughts” reigns.
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Composition
K. Balmont, N. Gumilev, A. Akhmatova
The beautiful name “Silver Age” made me turn to Russian poetry of the late 19th and early 20th centuries. This amazing world amazes with its unusualness and originality. It is not easy for a person brought up on the poems of Pushkin, Lermontov and Nekrasov to understand the poetics of the Symbolists, Acmeists and Futurists, their ideas, their special, unconventional view of the surrounding reality and themselves. The first poet who opened the unique world of the “Silver Age” to me was K. Balmont. For the amazing musicality of his verse, he was called the “Paganini of Russian verse.” His works are perceived as a fusion of poetry with music; on Balmont’s poems, like on notes, one can put musical symbols.
With my dreams I caught the passing shadows, The passing shadows of the fading day. I climbed the tower, and the steps trembled, And the steps trembled under my feet. A dream, shadows, a fading day, an attempt to catch what is gone, to stop time - these images help the poet express the idea that existence is just a shadow, which means there is no need to regret what was left behind and wait for the future. In my opinion, when reading Balmont, you are convinced of the truth of the old truth that a person is a whole world that is interesting in itself. In the poems of this wonderful poet, all attention is focused on his own soul, which does not seek contact with others. His poems convey the diverse shades of sensations, experiences, and moods of the lyrical hero.
I hate humanity
I run away from him in a hurry.
My united fatherland -
My desert soul.
In my opinion, the challenge and bravado that sound in these words of the poet cannot hide his extreme loneliness. It seems that Balmont is creating a legend about himself. He was often reproached for egocentrism, for his enthusiastic attitude towards himself, his uniqueness, his chosenness. “Laws are not for me, since I am a genius,” wrote Balmont. But I think that this arrogance of a loner is just a pose, a role that the poet himself chose and which he did not always play brilliantly and convincingly. After all, a cold, arrogant egoist, rising above the crowd, could never write such deeply humane, hard-won lines:
I am struck to death by my consciousness,
I am wounded in the heart by my mind.
I am inseparable from this universe,
I created the world with all its suffering,
Jetting fire, I myself perish like smoke.
Balmont's poetry is still alive. She excites with her emotionality, spirituality, and joy of being.
The romanticism of the worldview is characteristic of another remarkable poet of the “Silver Age” N. Gumilyov. Unlike Balmont, Gumilyov strives in every possible way to hide his intimate world behind colorful exotic paintings, behind the “mask of a conquistador.” It is very difficult, and most likely simply impossible, to talk more or less fully about the poems of this poet. After all, each of his poems opens up some new facet of views, moods, and vision of the world. In one way he is a singer of courage, risk, courage. His “Captains” is a hymn to courageous people who challenge fate and the elements.
The swift-winged ones are led by captains -
Discoverers of new lands,
For those who are not afraid of hurricanes,
Who has experienced maelstroms and shoals.
Whose is not the dust of lost charters -
The chest is soaked with the salt of the sea,
Who is the needle on the torn map
Marks his daring path.
But the energetic, elastic rhythm of the verse suddenly gives way to sad, elegiac lines:
Another unnecessary day
Gorgeous and unnecessary!
Come, caressing shadow,
And clothe the troubled soul
With your pearl robe.
The poem “Evening” is imbued with a mood of calm sadness, regret that only in a dream the “promised country long-mourned happiness” appears to the poet. But when I think about Gumilyov, what comes to mind first of all is the mysterious Lake Chad, on which “an exquisite giraffe roams.” Why is such a strange, unusual image so touching and fascinating? This is a symbol of the wonderful, beautiful and mysterious that you need to believe in.
I know funny tales of mysterious countries
About the black maiden, about the passion of the young leader,
But you've been breathing in the heavy fog for too long,
You don't want to believe in anything other than rain.
And how can I tell you about the tropical garden,
About slender palm trees, about the smell of incredible herbs...
Are you crying? Listen... far away, on Lake Chad
An exquisite giraffe wanders.
In my opinion, this poem contains a sharp rejection of the gray, monotonous reality in which we live, poor in feelings and events. To feel the fullness and joy of existence, you need to create the world yourself, color it with bright colors and sounds and, most importantly, believe in its reality. But this is beyond the power of an ordinary person who cannot overcome his skepticism, rationality, and rationalism. Such a person is spiritually poor: he is not able to see and feel beauty.
The poetry of A. Akhmatova also introduces us to the world of beauty, although it does not contain exotic paintings, sophistication of language, or sophistication of style. Despite the open everydayness and extreme simplicity of the language, her poems amaze with the inner strength of feeling and spontaneity of emotions. When thinking about Akhmatova’s poetry, the word “love” immediately comes to mind. Meetings and partings, tenderness and dedication, joy bursting from the heart and quiet sadness I met all these various shades of love feelings on the pages of Akhmatov’s books. True, the poetess’s love is rarely happy. It brings with it sadness, homelessness, tragedy. But let’s turn to Akhmatova’s poems, which tell a much better story about love.
You can't confuse real tenderness
With nothing, and she is quiet.
You are in vain carefully wrapping
My shoulders and chest are covered in fur.
And in vain are the words submissive
You're talking about first love.
How do I know these stubborn
Your unsatisfied glances!
A burning dream of truly high love, undistorted in any way, a heightened sense of falsehood, disappointment in a loved one found their expression in this short poem. Akhmatova’s love lyrics are perceived as a huge novel in which human destinies are intertwined and all the diverse nuances of intimate relationships are reflected. But most often these are stories about “mysterious non-meetings”, “unspoken speeches”, about someone “who did not come”, about something not embodied. The poem "Fisherman" develops the theme of premonition, expectation of love. The first, still childish feeling powerfully takes possession of the girl, “that goes to the city to sell anchovy.”
Cheeks are pale, arms are weak,
The weary gaze is deep,
Crabs tickle her feet
Crawling out onto the sand.
But she doesn't catch anymore
Their outstretched hand.
The blood beat is getting stronger
In a body wounded by longing.
Akhmatova's lyrics reveal not only her spiritual life. It is in tune with the feelings and experiences of people whose lives were illuminated by love, giving joy, sadness, excitement, and suffering.
The poetry of the “Silver Age” opened up to me a unique world of beauty, goodness, and harmony. She taught me to see beauty in the ordinary and familiar, and made me listen to myself and to people. Thanks to meeting her, my life has become richer and more spiritual. I felt like a discoverer of a land where “the union of magical sounds, feelings and thoughts” reigns.
My discovery of the "Silver Age" of Russian poetry
K. Balmont, N. Gumilyov, A. Akhmatova (Approximate text of the essay)
The beautiful name “Silver Age” made me turn to Russian poetry of the late 19th - early 20th centuries. This amazing world amazes with its unusualness and originality. It is not easy for a person brought up on the poems of Pushkin, Lermontov and Nekrasov to understand the poetics of the Symbolists, Acmeists and Futurists, their ideas, their special, unconventional view of the surrounding reality and themselves. The first poet who opened up to me the unique world of the “Silver Age” was K. Balmont. For the amazing musicality of his verse, he was called the “Paganini of Russian verse.” His works are perceived as a fusion of poetry with music; on Balmont’s poems, like on notes, one can put musical symbols.
I dreamed of catching the passing shadows,
The fading shadows of the fading day,
I climbed the tower, and the steps trembled,
And the steps shook under my feet.
A dream, shadows, a fading day, an attempt to catch what is gone, to stop time - these images help the poet express the idea that existence is just a shadow, which means there is no need to regret what was left behind and wait for the future. In my opinion, reading Balmont, you are convinced of the truth of the old truth that a person is a whole world that is interesting in itself. In the poems of this wonderful poet, all attention is focused on his own soul, which does not seek contact with others. His poems convey the diverse shades of sensations, experiences, and moods of the lyrical hero.
I hate humanity
I run away from him in a hurry.
My united fatherland -
My desert soul.
In my opinion, the challenge and bravado that sound in these words of the poet cannot hide his extreme loneliness. It seems that Balmont is creating a legend about himself. He was often reproached for egocentrism, for his enthusiastic attitude towards himself, his uniqueness, his chosenness. “Laws are not for me, since I am a genius,” wrote Balmont. But I think that this arrogance of a loner is just a pose, a role that the poet himself chose and which he did not always play brilliantly and convincingly. After all, a cold, arrogant egoist, rising above the crowd, could never write such deeply humane, hard-won lines:
I am struck to death by my consciousness,
I am wounded in the heart by my mind.
I am inseparable from this universe,
I created the world with all its suffering,
Jetting fire, I myself perish like smoke.
Balmont's poetry is still alive. She excites with her emotionality, spirituality, and joy of being.
The romanticism of the worldview is characteristic of another remarkable poet of the “Silver Age” - N. Gumileva. Unlike Balmont, Gumilyov strives in every possible way to hide his intimate world behind colorful exotic paintings, behind the “mask of a conquistador.” It is very difficult, and most likely simply impossible, to talk more or less fully about the poems of this poet. After all, each of his poems opens up some new facet of views, moods, and vision of the world. In one way he is a singer of courage, risk, courage. His "Captains" is a hymn to courageous people who challenge fate and the elements.
The swift-winged ones are led by captains -
Discoverers of new lands,
For those who are not afraid of hurricanes,
Who has experienced maelstroms and shoals.
Whose is not the dust of lost charters -
The chest is soaked with the salt of the sea,
Who is the needle on the torn map
Marks his daring path.
But the energetic, elastic rhythm of the verse suddenly gives way to sad, elegiac lines:
Another unnecessary day
Gorgeous and unnecessary!
Come, caressing shadow,
And clothe the troubled soul
With your pearl robe.
The poem “Evening” is imbued with a mood of calm sadness, regret that only in a dream the “promised country - long-mourned happiness” appears to the poet. But when I think about Gumilyov, what comes to mind first of all is the mysterious Lake Chad, on which “an exquisite giraffe roams.” Why is such a strange, unusual image so touching and fascinating? This is a symbol of the wonderful, beautiful and mysterious that you need to believe in.
I know funny tales of mysterious countries
About the black maiden, about the passion of the young leader,
But you've been breathing in the heavy fog for too long,
You don't want to believe in anything other than rain.
And how can I tell you about the tropical garden,
About slender palm trees, about the smell of incredible herbs...
Are you crying? Listen... far away, on Lake Chad
An exquisite giraffe wanders.
In my opinion, this poem contains a sharp rejection of the gray, monotonous reality in which we live, poor in feelings and events. To feel the fullness and joy of existence, you need to create the world yourself, color it with bright colors and sounds and, most importantly, believe in its reality. But this is beyond the power of an ordinary person who cannot overcome his skepticism, rationality, and rationalism. Such a person is spiritually poor: he is not able to see and feel beauty.
Poetry also introduces us to the world of beauty A. Akhmatova, although it does not have exotic paintings, sophistication of language, or sophistication of style. Despite the open everydayness and extreme simplicity of the language, her poems amaze with the inner strength of feeling and spontaneity of emotions. When thinking about Akhmatova’s poetry, the word “love” immediately comes to mind. Meetings and partings, tenderness and dedication, joy bursting from the heart and quiet sadness - I met all these various shades of love feelings on the pages of Akhmatov’s books. True, the poetess’s love is rarely happy. It brings with it sadness, homelessness, tragedy. But let’s turn to Akhmatova’s poems, which tell a much better story about love.
You can't confuse real tenderness
With nothing, and she is quiet.
You are in vain carefully wrapping
My shoulders and chest are covered in fur.
And in vain are the words submissive
You're talking about first love.
How do I know these stubborn
Your unsatisfied glances!
A burning dream of truly high love, undistorted in any way, a heightened sense of falsehood, disappointment in a loved one found their expression in this short poem. Akhmatova’s love lyrics are perceived as a huge novel in which human destinies are intertwined and all the diverse nuances of intimate relationships are reflected. But most often these are stories about “mysterious non-meetings”, “unspoken speeches”, about someone “who did not come”, about something not embodied. The poem "Fisherman" develops the theme of premonition, expectation of love. The first, still childish feeling powerfully takes possession of the girl, “that goes to the city to sell anchovy.”
Cheeks are pale, arms are weak,
The weary gaze is deep,
Crabs tickle her feet
Crawling out onto the sand.
But she doesn't catch anymore
Their outstretched hand.
The blood beat is getting stronger
In a body wounded by longing.
Akhmatova's lyrics reveal not only her spiritual life. It is in tune with the feelings and experiences of people whose lives were illuminated by love, giving joy, sadness, excitement, and suffering.
The poetry of the “Silver Age” opened up to me a unique world of beauty, goodness, and harmony. She taught me to see beauty in the ordinary and familiar, and made me listen to myself and to people. Thanks to meeting her, my life has become richer and more spiritual. I felt like a discoverer of a land where “the union of magical sounds, feelings and thoughts” reigns.
References
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