(348 words) Many poems by Sergei Yesenin are devoted to the theme of love. They are filled with various images in which the characters of the lyrical heroes are manifested multifaceted.
Let us turn to the poem “Shagane you are mine, Shagane”, in which the hero shares his experiences with a stranger. His thoughts occupy the vastness of his native land, his beauty and magic. He says that, despite all the beauty of Shiraz, there is nothing better than the land on which he was born and raised. The poem is permeated with a feeling of longing for the Motherland and love for her.
A separate place in the lyrics of Sergei Yesenin is the cycle “Love of a bully” ─ confession of a man in love. Here one cannot but recall the soulful poem "Letter to a Woman." In it, the lyrical hero asks for forgiveness from the woman whom he once loved and lost due to mistakes made in his youth. He deeply regrets that she was tormented by his "crazy life", realizes that he tormented her. Now he has grown and understood a lot. The hero wishes the beloved woman happiness and, once again, apologizes for his actions.
In the poem “A Blue Fire Has Noticed ...” a lyrical hero, a bully, is revealed to us from a new perspective. For the first time he speaks of his love and "refuses to scandal". The hero compares himself with the "neglected garden", which was familiar only with entertainment and festivities. In the poem there are many comparisons, epithets and metaphors. So, for example, the hero calls the eyes of his lover a golden-karim whirlpool, and compares the hair with the color of autumn. Thus, we see the reverent attitude of the hero to his beloved woman.
However, love can bring not only joy, but also suffering. So in the poem “Do not wander, do not crumple in the bush of crimson ...” the lyrical hero speaks of departed feelings. The whole work is riddled with sadness. By using the ring composition, the author emphasizes the experiences of his hero. Also in the poem there are many beautiful and vivid metaphors: for example, describing how a girl left his life, Yesenin says: “the grains of your eyes crumbled, wilted.” And talking about the memories, he writes that “the smell of honey remained in the folds of the crumpled shawl,” thereby showing how he reverently treats his beloved.
Thus, in the works of Sergei Yesenin, we see that the feeling of love is shown versatile: it can be love for the native land, for a woman who appeared in the life of a poet or which he once lost. Love is salvation and death at the same time. But without her, life was flat, fresh and boring.
