Yesenin love lyrics. Sergey Yesenin - about love. “Lovely hands - a pair of swans”

Green hairstyle ...

Green hairstyle
Girl breast
Oh thin birch,
What looked into the pond?
What does the wind whisper to you?
What is the sand ringing about?
Or do you want a braid branch
Are you the moon scallop?
Open, reveal me a secret
Your tree thoughts
I loved the sad
Your pre-noise.
And in response to me a birch:
Oh curious friend
Tonight's starry night
Here the shepherd shed tears.
The moon made shadows
Green shone.
For the bare knees
He hugged me.
And so, taking a deep breath,
Said to the clank of branches:
Goodbye my darling
To the new cranes.

There was a blue fire ...

There was a blue fire
My darlings forgot.

I was all - like a neglected garden,
He was avid for women and potions.
Loved to drink and dance
And lose your life without looking back.
I would only look at you
Seeing the eye is a golden brown whirlpool,
And so, not loving the past,
You could not leave to another.
A gentle, lightweight mill
If you knew with a stubborn heart,
How a bully can love
How can he be submissive.
I would have forgotten the taverns forever
And write poetry would be abandoned.
Only touch the hand subtly
And your hair color in the fall.
I'd follow you forever
At least in their own, at least in strangers gave ...
The first time I started singing about love
For the first time I deny scandal.

Here it is, silly happiness ...

Here it is, silly happiness,
With white windows to the garden!
On the pond a red swan
The sunset is floating quietly.
Hello golden lull
With the shadow of a birch in the water!
Roof flock
Serves the Vespers.
Somewhere outside the garden,
Where viburnum blooms
Tender girl in white
Sings a tender song.
Creeps in a blue cassock
From the field the night chill ...
Stupid sweet happiness
Fresh pink cheeks!

The scarlet light of dawn was hanging on the lake ...

The scarlet light of dawn was strewn on the lake.
Capercaillie weeping in the forest with bells.
The Oriole is crying somewhere, hiding in a hollow.
But I don’t cry - it’s light on my soul.
I know you will marry the ring of roads in the evening,
We sit in fresh shocks under the next stack.
Kiss dopian, wilted like color
There is no gossip from joy to joy.
You yourself under the caresses throw silk veils,
I'll take me drunk into the bushes until morning.
And let the grouse cry
There is a melancholy fun in the crust of dawn.

Stupid heart, don't beat!

Stupid heart, don't beat!
We are all deceived by happiness
The beggar only asks for fate ...
Stupid heart, don't beat.
Monthly Yellow Enchantment
Pour the chestnuts into the passage.
Lale leaning on the salvars,
I’ll hide under the veil.
Stupid heart, don't beat.
We are all at times like children.
We often laugh and cry:
Dropped to us in the world
Joy and failure.
Stupid heart, don't beat.
I have seen many countries.
Seeking happiness everywhere
Only destiny desired
I won’t search anymore.
Stupid heart, don't beat.
Life has not completely fooled.
Let's get drunk with a new force.
Heart, would you even fall asleep
Here, on dear's lap.
Life has not completely fooled.
Maybe it will mark us
Rock that flows in an avalanche
And answer love
Song of the nightingale.
Stupid heart, don't beat.

Blue jacket

Blue eyes...
Blue jacket.
Blue eyes.
I didn’t say any truth to my dear.
Sweetheart asked:
Does the blizzard spin?
Flood the stove, make the bed.
I answered sweetly:
Today from above
Someone showers white flowers.
Flood the stove, bed the bed
I have a blizzard in my heart without you.

The day is gone, the line has diminished ...

The day is gone, the line has diminished
I moved to leave again.
With a light wave of a white finger
Secrets of the years I cut the water.
In the blue stream of my fate
Scum of cold beating foam,
And puts a seal of silent captivity
A crease is new in a wrinkled lip.
Every day I become a stranger
Both myself and my life told me.
Somewhere in a clean field, at the boundary,
I tore off my shadow from the body.
Naked she left
Taking my curved shoulders.
Somewhere she is farther now
And she gently hugged the other.
Maybe leaning towards him
She completely forgot about me
And staring into the ghostly darkness
The folds of the lips and mouth changed.
But lives by the sound of previous years,
That, like an echo, roaming the hills.
I kiss with blue lips
Black shadow embossed portrait.

Honey, we’ll sit next to you ...

Honey, sit next to me
Let's look into each other’s eyes.
I want under a meek look
Listen to the sensual blizzard.
It's autumn gold
This strand of whitish hair -
Everything appeared as the salvation of the Restless Hang.
I left my land a long time ago
Where meadows and thickets bloom.
In urban and bitter glory
I wanted to live in solitude.
I wanted my heart deaf
I remembered the garden and summer
Where to the music of frogs
I raised myself as a poet.
There is such autumn there now ...
Maple and linden in the windows of the rooms,
Throwing branches with paws,
Look for those that are remembered.
They have long been gone.
A month on a simple graveyard
Marks the cross with rays
That we will come to visit them,
That we, having outlived anxiety,
We pass under these tabernacles.
All wavy roads
Only joy is poured to the living.
Honey, sit next to me
Let's look into each other’s eyes.
I want under a meek look
Listen to the sensual blizzard.

Play, play, talyanochka ...

Go out to meet to the outskirts, beauty, the groom.
The cornflower glows with cornflowers, turquoise burns in it.
I play the little blue eyes talianochka.
Do not dawn in the jets of your lake weaved a pattern,
Your handkerchief, decorated with embroidery, flashed over the slope.
Play, play, talyanochka, raspberry furs.
Let the beautiful bride listen to the groom.

Hands cute - a pair of swans ...

Hands cute - a pair of swans -
My hair dives in gold.
Everything in this world from people
A song of love is sung and repeated.
Sang and I once far away
And now I sing about the same thing again
Therefore, it breathes deeply
A softly soaked word.
If you love the soul to the bottom,
The heart will become a lump of gold.
Tehran moon only
Do not warm the song with warmth.
I don’t know how to live my life:
Whether to burn out in the caresses of the dear Steps Ile under old age tremble to grieve
About the past song courage?
Everything has its own gait:
What is pleasing to the ear, what is for the eye.
If a Persian makes a bad song,
So, he is forever not from Shiraz.
About me and for these songs
Speak like this among people:
He would sing softer and more wonderful
Yes, a couple of swans ruined.

Blue evening, lunar evening ...

Blue evening, moonlit evening
I was once beautiful and young.
Uncontrollably, unique
Everything flew by. far .. past ...
My heart has cooled and my eyes faded ...
Blue happiness! Moonlit nights!

Letter to a woman

You remember,
You all, of course, remember
How i stood
Approaching the wall
Excitedly you walked around the room
And something sharp In the face they threw me.
You said: It's time for us to leave
What tormented you
My crazy life
What time do you have to get down to business
And my destiny is
Roll on down.
Darling
You did not love me.
You did not know that in a host of men
I was like a horse driven in soap
Spurred by a bold rider.
You did not know that I was in continuous smoke
In a life torn apart by a storm
From that I am tormented that I do not understand -
Where the rock of events takes us.
Face to face
Faces do not see.
Great seen in the distance.
When the sea is boiling -
The ship is in poor condition.
Earth is a ship!
But someone suddenly
Behind a new life, a new glory
Into the thicket of storms and blizzards
She directed it majestically.
Well, who among us on the deck is big
Did not fall, do not puke, and did not swear?
They are few, with an experienced soul,
Who remained strong in pitching.
Then I, To the wild noise,
But ripe knowledgeable job,
Descended into the ship’s hold
So as not to watch human vomiting.
That hold was -
Russian tavern.
And I bent over a glass
So that without suffering about anyone
Ruin yourself
In a drunken stupor.
Darling
I tortured you
You had a longing
In the eyes of the tired:
What am I showing you
Wasted himself in scandals.
But you didn’t know
What's in all the smoke
In a life torn apart by a storm
From that I suffer
I don’t understand
Where does the rock of events take us ...
Now the years have passed.
I'm in a different age.
And I feel and think differently.
And I say for the festive wine:
Praise and glory to the helmsman!
Today I
In a blow of tender feelings.
I remembered your sad fatigue.
And now
I let you race
What i was like
And what happened to me!
Darling
Nice to say to me:
I avoided falling from the steep.
Now in the Soviet side
I am the most furious companion.
I became not what I was then.
I wouldn’t torment you
As it was before.
For the banner of liberty
And bright work
Ready to go even to the English Channel.
Forgive me ...
I know you are not the one
You live
With a serious, smart husband;
That you don’t need our maya,
And I myself to you
Not a bit needed.
Live like that
How does a star lead you
Under the tabernacle of an updated canopy.
Greetings
Remembering you always
Your friend Sergei Yesenin.

Well, kiss me, kiss me ...

Well, kiss me, kiss me
Even to blood, even to pain.
Out of tune with a cold will
Boiling water of heart jets.
Overturned mug
Among the cheerful is not for us.
Understand my girlfriend
On earth they live only once!
Take a calm look
Look: in the damp gloom
A month like a yellow raven
Spins, curls above the ground.
Well, kiss it!
So I want.
A song of decay sang to me.
Evidently I sensed my death
One who climbs in the sky.
Fading force!
Die so die!
Until the death of the lips cute
I would like to kiss.
So that all the time in blue naps,
Not ashamed and not melting
In the gentle rustle of bird cherry
It was heard: "I am yours."
And let the light over the full mug
Light foam did not go out -
Drink and sing, my girlfriend:
On earth they live only once!

Flowers tell me - goodbye ...

Flowers tell me - goodbye
Heads bending lower
What I will never see
Her face and fatherland.
Darling, well then!
Well!
I saw them and saw the earth
And that deadly shiver
I accept new caress.
And because I comprehended
All my life, passing by with a smile, -
I speak for every moment
That everything in the world is repeatable.
Not all the same - another will come,
The sadness of the departed cannot be swallowed
Abandoned and dear
The one who comes better will put the song together.
And heed the song in silence
Loved with another lover
May remember me
How about a flower unique.

I remember, love, I remember ...

I remember, love, I remember
The shine of your hair.
Not joyful and not easy for me
Lead you off.
I remember the autumn nights
Birch rustle of shadows
May the days be shorter then
The moon shone for us longer.
I remember you telling me:
The blue years will pass
And you will forget my dear
With the other me forever.
Today blooming linden
I reminded my feelings again
How gently then I rained
Flowers on a curly lock.
And my heart, not getting ready to cool,
And sad another loving.
Like a favorite story
On the other remembers you.

I am sad to look at you ...

I'm sad to see you
What a pain, what a pity!
Know only willow copper
We stayed with you in September.
Foreign lips smashed
Your warmth and awe of the body.
As if the rain is drizzling
With a soul, a little dead.
Well! I am not afraid of him.
Another joy was revealed to me.
Cause nothing is left
As soon as yellow decay and dampness.
After all, I did not save myself
For a quiet life, for smiles.
So few roads traveled
So many mistakes made.
Funny life, funny frustration.
So it was and so will be after.
Like a cemetery dotted with garden
In the birches, gnawed bones.
We will bloom in the same way
And we will fade as guests of the garden ...
If there are no flowers in the middle of winter,
So do not be sad about them.

The gentle, vibrant and tuneful lyrics of Sergei Yesenin can not be imagined without the theme of love. At different periods of life and work, the poet peculiarly feels and experiences this beautiful, sublime and at the same time bitter feeling.

Once upon a time, that gate

I was sixteen years old

And the girl in the white cloak

Told me affectionately: “No!”

Distant, lovely were.

That image in me has not died out ...

We all loved these years

But they loved us little.

After going through many difficult trials, Yesenin's poetry comes to life, casts off despondency, gains energy, faith in a new life. The poet has a great desire to part with "notoriety", to leave "good life" forever. But he lacks the will.

I would have forgotten the taverns forever

And write poems would be abandoned,

Only touch the hand subtly

And your hair color in the fall.

I'd follow you forever

At least in their own, at least in strangers gave ...

In the poem "Letter to a Woman," Sergei Alexandrovich confesses to his beloved, asks for forgiveness for involuntarily caused grievances. He was too emotional and ardent, could not protect love and happiness, but, having parted, retained respect and affection for his former lover, gratitude for the years that had passed. He blesses the once beloved woman for happiness, albeit without him.

Live like that

How does a star lead you

Under the tabernacle of an updated canopy.

Only A. Pushkin with his confession “I loved you” was capable of such a selfless feeling. Yesenin did not always experience joy and reassurance in love. More often it is a struggle, confrontation and affirmation of personalities. Calm and serene love is bliss unattainable and desirable for the poet.

Not looking at her wrists

And from her shoulders pouring silk

I was looking for happiness in this woman

And accidentally found death.

I didn’t know that love is an infection

I did not know that love is a plague.

Came up and squinted eye

The bully was crazy.

The cycle of Yesenin's poems 1921-1922 "Moscow Kabatskaya" is marked with the seal of the tormenting inner state of the author, who was then experiencing a difficult spiritual crisis, which was the result of the poet’s bifurcation, who still could not understand the nature and content of the new era. This confusion, depressed state, pessimistic thoughts then left a tragic imprint on the poet's love lyrics. Here are the characteristic lines of one of the poems of this cycle:

Sing, sing! On the damn guitar

My fingers dance in a semicircle.

Drown in this frenzy

My last, only friend.

Do not look at her wrists

And from her shoulders her pouring silk.

I was looking for happiness in this woman

And accidentally found death.

I didn’t know that love is an infection

I did not know that love is a plague.

Came up and squinted eye

The bully was crazy.

Sing, my friend. Call me again

Our former violent wound.

Let her kiss another

Young beautiful rubbish ...

By the beginning of 1923, Esenin’s desire to get out of the crisis state in which he found himself was becoming noticeable. Gradually, he finds more and more solid ground, becomes more aware of Soviet reality, and begins to feel not as adoptive, but as his own son of Soviet Russia. This was strongly reflected not only in the political, but also in the poet’s love lyrics.

It was in 1923 that his poems belong in which he first wrote about true, deep love, pure, bright and truly human:

There was a blue fire

My darlings forgot.

  The first time I started singing about love

For the first time I deny scandal.

I was all - like a neglected garden,

He was greedy for women and potions,

Loved to drink and dance

And lose your life without looking back.

One cannot help but pay attention to the line: "The first time I started singing about love." Indeed, Yesenin also wrote about love in “Moscow Kabatskaya”, which means that the poet himself did not recognize true love, about which he wrote in that gloomy cycle of poems. Unlike the verses of that period, Yesenin creates a whole cycle of lyric works in which the bright joy of feelings of love, its purity, human warmth, endlessly attracts.

What to wish under the burden of life

Cursing your inheritance and home?

I'd like a good one now

See a girl under the window.

So that with the eyes she is cornflower blue

Only to me - not to anyone -

And new words and feelings

Calmed the heart and chest, -

yesenin writes in the poem "Leaves fall, leaves fall ...", and we see a striking difference between this poem and those that the poet had not so long ago created in a mood of decline, indifference and despair.

New poetry, born of a new mood, the poet himself emphasizes separates from the old. In the poem “Let You Drink to Others ..." (1923) he writes:

I never lie in my heart

I can fearlessly ride

That I say goodbye to hooliganism.

It's time to part with a naughty

And rebellious courage.

Another heart has drunk

Blood is a sobering braga.

Now I make peace with a lot

Bel easy, without loss.

Russia seems to me different

Other - cemeteries and huts.

This is one of many examples of how Yesenin's love lyrics invariably reflected his civic mood. At this time (1923-1925) one insistent motive appeared in his works, to which he repeatedly returned: the poet warns himself and others from hasty conclusions about the nature of his feelings, he judges more strictly about true love, which should not be confused with random impulses :

Do not call this ardor fate

Easily thoughtful short-tempered relationship, -

How by chance I met you

I smile, calmly dispersing.

Yes, and you will go your way

Spray joyless days

Only do not touch the kissed,

Just don’t burn.

Speaking of random encounters that do not bring true happiness and joy, the poet emphasizes the importance of true pure love:

I don't love you dear

You are only an echo, only a shadow.

I have another dream in your face

Which has a pigeon head

May she not look meek

And it seems cold

But she is a stately gait

Shook my soul to the bottom

You’ll hardly be so mad

And you do not want to go, but you go

Well, you don’t even lie in your heart

Watered by a caressed lie.

Contrasting true love with frivolous chance encounters, Yesenin speaks of the terrible emptiness of the heart that occurs over the years in a person who spends his senses without looking back. How retribution is to him the impossibility of returning what was lost, to know love in all its depth and all-encompassing power:

I'm sad to see you

What a pain, what a pity!

Know only willow copper

We stayed with you in September.

Foreign lips smashed

Your warmth and awe of the body.

As if the rain is drizzling

With a soul, a little dead.

Well! I am not afraid of him.

Another joy was revealed to me.

Cause nothing is left

As soon as yellow decay and dampness.

After all, I did not save myself

For a quiet life, for smiles.

So few roads traveled

So many mistakes made.

Funny life, funny ravlad

So it was and so will be after.

Like a cemetery dotted with garden

Sweeping bones to the shore.

Here we will also bloom

And we will fade as guests of the garden ...

If there are no flowers in the middle of winter,

So do not be sad about them.

But Yesenin did not stop at the motives of his lost youth and mournful regrets about the past. As the poet's spiritual revival came, his lyrics took on a different sound, optimistic in color.

An unsurpassed example of Yesenin's love lyrics is the Persian Motifs cycle. These verses were written by Yesenin during his stay in Baku, where he always felt good and wrote a lot. In general, Esenin’s repeated trips to the Caucasus had a very beneficial effect on his work, here he found himself at least temporarily divorced from the unhealthy environment.

My former wound settled down

Drunk nonsense does not gnaw at my heart.

Tehran blue flowers

I am flying them now in a teahouse

With these words, "Persian motifs" are revealed. The verses of this cycle may suggest that they were written by the poet during his stay in Persia. Indeed, Yesenin was going to visit this country. In 1924 - 1925 he reported in letters to G. Benislavskaya: "I will need 1000 rubles for a trip to Persia or Constantinople"; "I’m sitting in Tiflis. I’m waiting for money from Baku and will go to Tehran. The first attempt to move through Tavria failed." "I will live in Tehran for a while, and then I will go to Batum or Baku." Yesenin explained why he was drawn to the East: "You also understand that I am going to study. I want to go even to Shiraz and I think I will go for sure. All the best Persian lyrics were born there. And it’s not without reason that Muslims say: if he doesn’t sing, it means he is not from Shusha, if he does not write, then he is not from Shiraz. " Yesenin never visited Persia. In a telegram sent from Tiflis in 1925, he reported: "Persia has burned out." But he made quite long trips to the Caucasus. Here he got acquainted with the work of the largest poets of the East - Firdousi (934 - 1020), Omar Khayyam (1040 - 1123), Saadi (1184 - 1291). Yesenin repeatedly mentions their names in "Persian motifs." The lyrics of these ports always contain philosophical thoughts. It is permeated with a sense of love for life. She is characterized by an optimistic perception of the world. The favorite theme of these illustrious lyrics is the theme of love, which is always associated with a full-blooded sense of life. In their poems, the feeling of love is warmed by the feeling of friendship for a woman, this is love without fatal passions that incinerate the soul, it is always a bright and natural feeling,

A genuine feeling of the renewed heart of the author sounded here. The line of verses is tuneful and melodic. Yesenin does not imitate either Saadi or Firdousi ... The poet creates poems according to traditional canons. The East itself breathes and speaks through the lips of Yesenin.

I asked me today,

What gives for half a ruble,

How to tell me for the beautiful Lala

Persian tender "love"?

I asked me today

Lighter than wind, quieter than Van jets,

How to call me for the beautiful Lala

The word affectionate "kiss"?

But here, the poet remains the singer of Russia, a patriot of his homeland, which from afar seems to him even nicer and more beautiful in his discreet outfit.

The talianka rings in my soul

Under the moon, I hear a dog barking.

Don't you want a Persian

See the far blue edge?

The author of "Persian motifs" is convinced of the fragility of serene happiness away from his native land. And the main heroine of the cycle is distant Russia: "No matter how beautiful Shiraz is, he is no better than Ryazan expanses."

Probably, not a single writer has the East portrayed as romantic and mysterious as Sergei Yesenin. One has only to read his "Persian motifs" to be convinced of this. What kind of epithets does the author not use! “Blue and merry country” attracts the poet with pictures of moonlit nights, where “a moth swarm circles the stars” and “gold of the cold moon” shines, beckon with the “glass gloom of Bukhara” and “the blue homeland of Firdousi”. Probably, the peculiarity of Yesenin’s poetry lies in the fact that he knows how to perceive the beauty of foreign lands as sharply as his own homeland.

You do not have to ask the poet about how he healed “a former wound ... in a teahouse” with the “blue flowers of Tehran,” he was not in Tehran. No need to try to learn from him something detailed about the "blue homeland of Firdusi", about, for example, what reason did the poet hope that Persia could not forget about him - about the "affectionate Urus". And “Shagane, you are mine, Shagane” is not from Shiraz at all. And not a “Persian”, but a young Armenian teacher from Batumi (subsequently honored teacher Shaganduht Nersesovna Talyan), whose fascination caused the appearance of a collective image of a woman of the East, captivating lines about her. In the flight of love and inspiration, the poet is above the earthly boundaries and differences, who prays to whom, who what kind of blood. "Persian motifs" were created next to Persia, by association, in the traditions of oriental lyrics, rich in allegories, in the aesthetic manner of Persian poetry. Of course, there are not so many direct coincidences with her ideas and poetics in the cycle. But in it - a whole scattering of the finest observations from life, customs, tunes of the East. Where are they from? This is not an idle question, given that Esenin’s trip to the Transcaucasus was predominantly urban and coastal. The poet was favored by the local leaders, the press, and admirers of his talent, mainly from, as they say today, the "Russian-speaking population." He did not have much space for understanding the intricacies of national life. (No wonder there was a request from above to the poet's companions - to create for him the "illusion of Persia"). Then where did his well-aimed strokes come from the Muslim East? And just from here - from his trip to Tashkent, where his long-standing interest in Asia, in oriental national poetics was in many respects inspired by the circumstances in which he found himself there.

The cycle "Persian motifs" is an unsurpassed example of Yesenin's love lyrics.

Sergei Yesenin is one of the most famous Russian poets of the “Silver Age”, and in a strange way one of the most misunderstood. It is customary to love him for the tavern cycle, but many forget that Yesenin was capable of much more. Esenin’s same poems about love can be painted with rural colors, urban melancholy, and oriental exoticism, but they remain all the same piercing.

Having gained its first popularity with its “village” poems about nature and quiet rural life, later the poet embarked on the most daring experiments. He sang of social change and the fumes of night binges, admired technological progress and foresaw totalitarian nightmares. But all this time he did not forget one of the main, eternal themes of poetry - love.

Yesenin himself was not only a theoretician of love. He was married three times - to actress Zinaida Reich, to ballet dancer Isadora Duncan and to Sofia Tolstoy, the granddaughter of Leo Tolstoy. In addition, he had many novels on the side, very different. Among his loves were Platonic, and from other novels, children were born. And the poet gave himself completely to each of his feelings, in return receiving an influx of inspiration from him. Yes, Yesenin understood love!

His love lyrics are surprisingly different from other poems. In other works of Sergei Yesenin, his era is clearly audible - the beginning of the 20th century, when the "foal of cavalry" replaces the foal, formidable shadows rise above the world, and desperate night Moscow walks the tavern days. These verses are clearly tied to their time. But Yesenin's love lyrics are cleared of attachment to the era. It is beyond centuries and eras, it is eternal. Such poems were timely during the life of the poet, and now, almost a century later.

Reading Yesenin’s poems about love, you always feel his nature. The poet is honest, recognizing things that seem to be not customary to say out loud, and this makes his poems convincing.

The most famous love poems

Sergey Yesenin rarely bothered to give poems separate names. Therefore, we call them most of the first line. “You do not love me, you do not regret”, “Goodbye my friend, goodbye”, “A blue fire has been noticed ...” and so on. For some verses, you can even establish to whom they were dedicated.

More often in Yesenin’s love poems, love is unhappy. It is either past, or unrequited, or hopeless for external reasons. Even the shared feeling that Yesenin writes about bears the imprint of past suffering. “Honey, we’ll sit next to you,” “Flowers tell me goodbye,” many other verses speak of separation, whether it happened or future, is inevitable.

The poet’s lyrical hero himself not only suffers from unhappy love, but also causes suffering himself. He can openly admit that he does not love someone who loves him. He may do wrong and admit it to himself - and to the reader.

It stands separately in the poet’s work “The Persian Cycle”. Although he seems noticeably happier, in the south it is hot, it is worth reading more deeply to realize: the Persian moments of happiness are fleeting, and all the characters know this. However, this ephemeral happiness, too, is fully lived and is overwhelming both the lyrical hero and the reader. “They live on earth only once,” the poet suggests to understand his companion.

Even when his hero - a bully and a rake - seems to be ready to change and “deny scandal” for the sake of love, he doesn’t really manage to believe. You see: this hero is prone to impulse, to emotional big words, to deception, in which he himself believes. But I want, how I want so that, for the first time, a hero singing about love, the hero never throws this note!

Much more honest his voice sounds in the cynical "Sing, sing ...". Realizing all the perniciousness of the fatal passion, the burnt character is still given to love for the one that "the bully has driven crazy." And this duality makes the hero Yesenin much more alive than in the template verses of less gifted authors.

Of course, Yesenin is not limited to one love lyrics. He has the dreary anguish of “Moscow Kabatskaya”, and the epic “Pantocrator”, and the allegorical mysticism of “The Black Man”, and the nagging village poetry. If you calculate what place the theme of love occupies in Yesenin's work, then it will be surprisingly small. But poems about love - that, which, probably, catches Sergey Esenin most of all. Probably because Yesenin did not replicate love poems, but wrote from the heart and dedicated to specific people.

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Sergei Yesenin wrote a lot about love. About love for the native land, nature, but the main theme of poems, of course, is the feeling for a woman. Most often, the poet uses sad, melodic intonations in them, and not by chance, because in life the author never recognized simple family happiness.

1. “I remember, my love, I remember”. The poem of the poet is saturated with longing and sadness at the time when he was in love with actress Miklashevskaya. The girl did not take Sergey seriously, despite his courtship. Nevertheless, she made a huge impression on him and for a long time remained in the heart of romance. And despite the fact that Yesenin is already in a relationship with another, he is still daydreaming about that lovely lady with whom he once spent all days and nights through ... Read the text of the verse ...
2. "It can be seen so forever."   A rather sad poem, in its meaning, is similar to parting with a beloved. Mentioned from the wedding and thirty years of life ... you can try to assume that it was written before marriage to Sophia Tolstoy. Perhaps the poet felt the imminent demise approaching, and with this message he wanted to say goodbye to his last love. Read the text of the verse ...
3. "Honey, we’ll sit next to you."Calm, measured and honest - these were the views of the poet, although he often turned them into a drunken stupor and a cruel hell of jealousy and suspicion. But everything, as it seemed to him what his heart needed, he found in a beautiful actress - Augusta Miklashevskaya. And yet this novel was not destined to last forever. Before meeting with the girl, Sergey Yesenin had already reconciled with his fate of the “lonely racket”, and did not dream of more. With the advent of Augustus, the hope for a bright and happy future came ... But alas, these were only dreams. Read the text of the verse ...
4. "You do not love me, do not regret ...".   The poet is aware of his isolation from the world, the motive of loneliness is traced here. The poem was written not long before the death of the author and is based on a kind of introspection, a debriefing. In recent months, Sergei has been especially lonely: he drank, beat and insulted his wife, and left home. His only companions-listeners were girls of easy virtue, one of the encounters with which is described in this poem. The poet writes that their meeting is random, and soon the lady will forget about his existence, will have fun with another. Read the text of the verse ...
5. "I am sad to look at you." This poem is also dedicated to Augusta Miklashevskaya and is included in the cycle “Love of a Hooligan”. He recalls the happy month of August - when they actually met, but already in September were forced to leave. That is why the poet takes for the first month of autumn - the sunset of life, the approach of death. September follows August, as a cooling of passion follows mad love. Read the text of the verse ...
6. "Do not look at me reproachfully."   The poem was written when the poet was married to Sofia Tolstoy. The lines show that Sergey did not feel love for the girl, but at the same time she was sweet to him outwardly. The true feelings of the lyrical hero remained in the past, his heart was completely distributed to various women, and nothing else remained. Read the text of the verse ...
7. “Sing, sing. On the damned guitar. ”   The ambiguous attitude of the poet to the woman, to whom he is clearly not indifferent, is clearly presented. In the second stanza we observe admiration, admiration for the beauty of a lady. He is literally in love with her wrists, shoulders, hair ... Then there is a sharp change in the mood of the lyrical hero. He comes to the realization that this, such a beautiful lady, is not worthy at all of strong feelings, the complete inner bestowal of the poet. He understands that the girl will not bring him happiness, but only doom to death. It is believed that the work is dedicated to Isadora Duncan. Read the text of the verse ...
8. "What a night I can’t."   The poet understands that life did not go the way he would like, but it’s too late to fix anything. The heroine of the poem, to which it is dedicated, acts as an unloved and unwanted woman. But the author no longer hopes for happiness, he is pleased with this girl, but what else is needed to while away the last days of life? After all, Sergei at the time of writing this poem was already thinking about the imminent death. Read the text of the verse ...
9. “Well, kiss me, kiss me”. The feeling of imminent death does not leave the poet for a minute. For him, the only goal remains to enjoy the passionate passion, he wants to plunge into the pool of love, but it wasn’t there. The girl who was deeply in love with the poet - Sophia Tolstaya - had a very romantic and modest nature. She dreamed of high feelings, of a happy marriage. As a result, two people who are passionately desiring their own do not get what they want. Read the text of the verse ...
10. "Get away from the window." The poem is built in the form of a monologue of a young girl who turns to her ardent lover with a request to leave her alone. It can be assumed that the poet here writes about his fellow villager, whom he once was unrequitedly in love with, Anna Sardanovskaya. The heroine admits that she does not love Sergey and does not want to connect her life with him, completely depriving him of any hope. But, despite everything, the poet carries bright feelings for the girl through his entire short life. Read the text of the verse ...
11. "Lovely hands - a pair of swans."   This poem was written under the impression of the charm of the Armenian teacher of arithmetic Shagane Talyan, whom the poet met in Batum during his trip to the Caucasus. The image of the swan here is associated with a woman of incredible beauty, her harmonious and graceful movements. For Yesenin, Shagane is a sweet lady, faithful, delicate, affectionate, able to calm anxiety in the soul of a lyrical hero. Read the text of the verse ...

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Sergei Yesenin’s poems about love are saturated with a note of bitterness and hopelessness, they contain the whole burden of love. The main direction of the poems of his life is a love for a woman. And most often this is unhappy love. Get into the spirit of “Yesenin” poems with us!

Yesenin's poems about love

I remember, darling, I remember ...

I remember, love, I remember
The shine of your hair ...
Not joyful and not easy for me
Lead you off.

I remember the autumn nights
Birch rustle of shadows ...
May the days be shorter then
The moon shone for us longer.

I remember you telling me:
“The blue years will pass,
And you will forget my dear
With me forever. ”

Today blooming linden
I reminded my feelings again
How gently then I rained
Flowers on a curly lock.

And heart, not getting ready to cool
And sad another loving
Like a favorite story
On the other remembers you.

1925

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Flowers tell me - goodbye ...

Flowers tell me - goodbye
Heads bending lower
What I will never see
Her face and fatherland.

Darling, well then! Well!
I saw them and saw the earth
And that deadly shiver
I accept new caress.

And because I comprehended
All my life, passing by with a smile, -
I speak for every moment
That everything in the world is repeatable.

Not all the same - another will come,
The sadness of the departed cannot be swallowed
Abandoned and dear
The one who comes better will put the song together.

And heed the song in silence
Loved with another lover
May remember me
How about a flower unique.

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You do not love me, you do not regret ...

You don't love me, don't regret me
Am I not a little handsome?
Not looking in the face
I put my hands on my shoulders.

Young, with a sensual grin,
I'm not gentle and rude with you.
Tell me how many you caressed?
How many hands do you remember? How many lips?

I know - they passed like shadows
Without touching your fire
To many you knelt
And now you’re sitting here with me.

May your eyes be half closed
And you think of someone else
I don’t really love you myself
Drowning in a distant road.

Do not call this ardor fate
Easily thoughtful short-tempered relationship, -
How by chance I met you
I smile, calmly dispersing.

Yes, and you will go your way
Spray joyless days
Only do not touch the kissed,
Only do not mannered?

And when with another down the lane
You will pass chatting about love
Maybe I'll go for a walk
And we will meet with you again.

Turning shoulders closer to the other
And leaning down a little
You will tell me quietly: "Good evening!"
I will answer: "Good evening, miss."

And nothing will disturb the soul
And nothing will thrill her, -
He who loves cannot love,
Who burned, you will not set fire to it.

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It's dark at night, can't sleep ...

It's dark at night, can't sleep
I’ll go to the river on the meadow.
Zarnitsa has unbelted
In the foamy streams of the belt.

On the hill a birch candle
In the moon feathers of silver.
Come out my heart
Listen to the songs of the harp!

I will admire, I will glance
To the girl’s beauty
And I’m going to dance under the harp,
So rip off your veil.

In the dark tower, in the green forest,
To the silk bumps
I'll take you down the slopes
Up to the poppy dawn.

1911

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Well, kiss me, kiss me ...

Well, kiss me, kiss me
Even to blood, even to pain.
Out of tune with a cold will
Boiling water of heart jets.

Overturned mug
Among the cheerful is not for us.
Understand my girlfriend
On earth they live only once!

Take a calm look
Look: in the damp gloom
A month like a yellow raven
Spins, curls above the ground.

Well, kiss it! So I want.
A song of decay sang to me.
Evidently I sensed my death
One who climbs in the sky.

Fading force!
Die so die!
Until the death of the lips cute
I would like to kiss.

So that all the time in blue naps,
Not ashamed and not melting
In the gentle rustle of bird cherry
It sounded: "I am yours."

And let the light over the full mug
Light foam did not go out -
Drink and sing, my girlfriend:
On earth they live only once!

1925

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Do not look at me reproachfully ...

Don't look at me reproachfully
I do not melt contempt
But I love your pack of fuss
And thy crafty meekness.

Yes you seem to me prostrate
And perhaps I’m glad to see
Like a fox pretending to be dead
He catches ravens and ravens.

Well, then what, catch me, I’m not afraid.
Just as if your ardor had not gone out?
To my chilled soul
Stumbled upon such more than once.

I don't love you dear
You are only an echo, only a shadow.
I have another dream in your face
Which has eyes - a dove.

May she not look meek
And perhaps it’s seemingly cold,
But she is a stately gait
Shook my soul to the bottom.

You’ll hardly be so mad
And you do not want to go, but you go
Well, you don’t even lie in your heart
A drunken affectionate lie.

But still, despising you,
I will be embarrassed to open forever:
If there weren’t hell and paradise,
They would have been invented by man himself.

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