The lyrics of A.A. Fet give the reader a delightful artistic enjoyment. L. Tolstoy was surprised that a fat, seemingly prosaic person has incredible lyrical audacity. One of the poem's surprising power of influence, which A. Fet wrote: “This morning, this joy ...”. An analysis of it will be made below.
Feta Manor
In 1857, in Paris, A. Fet married a wealthy middle-aged ugly girl - Maria Petrovna Botkina. Her father gave his daughter a large dowry, which significantly improved the financial condition of Athanasius Afanasievich. Three years later, he bought a farm Stepanovka and two hundred acres of land. He successfully managed, increased his wife's fortune, and in 1877 he moved to the old picturesque estate Vorobyevka in Shchigrovsky Uyezd near Kursk and made her the home of his muse.
In this estate, as he himself believed, the long dream of his poetry was interrupted. It was in Vorobyovka with a beautiful park that supposedly in 1881 the lines “This morning, this joy ...” were written (Fet). The story of creation is dark. Usually his poems were born on a hunch, he consciously sought to convey not a thought, but a mood to the reader. Subtly recorded his momentary state, his ecstatic ecstasy A. Fet: "This morning, this joy ...". We will analyze the poem a bit later.
A few words about the poet's work
The appearance of A. Fet was completely formed by service in the army, when he achieved the noble rank. It was a paradoxical state of practice and poet, intuitiveness and rationality. He himself wrote that his poetic devices are intuitive. His life, however, has always been kept tight, and therefore has developed self-analysis to the extreme. Without comprehensive thought, he did not allow himself to take a single step in life.
According to the definition of critics of his time, the peculiarity of his poetry is a musical nature, and therefore poetry is often resolved “directly into music, into melody”. Bowing to Schopenhauer, whom Fet translated, the poet wrote that he appreciates reason in poetry little in comparison with "an unconscious instinct (inspiration), the springs of which are hidden from us." Sounds, colors, fleeting impressions - these are the themes of the poet's work. He sought to reflect the universe in its variability.
Analysis of the poem "This morning, this joy ..."
This work is unique in Russian poetry. The stormy awakening of nature after a long winter is described by one sentence and only by demonstrative pronouns (anaphora) and nouns: “This morning, this joy ...” (Fet). The composition divides it into three stanzas by its semantic content, and there is no idea besides the long-awaited spring.
In the first stanza - morning is raging, in the second stanza the poet takes a look at everything around him, in the third there is a transition from evening to an enchanting and sleepless night.
Consider the poem in detail
What did Fet say in the first stanza: “This morning, this joy ...”? The analysis shows that the poet looked up and saw an impossible blue sky, the power of light and the coming clear, not twilight morning. Then comes the sound. We hear a cry, which the poet clarifies with the words “strings” and “flocks”. Finally the birds appear. Suddenly we shift our attention downward - there was a "rumble of waters."
What picture is painted in the second stanza of Fet: "This morning, this joy ...". The analysis of its lines is a look after the poet who examines everything that stands nearby around: birch trees, willows, which ooze with drops, tears of joy.
There are no leaves on the trees, only their down is outlined. And the gaze rushes into the distance, to where the mountains and valleys are, and comes back, noticing small midges, and then large bees. The verbal nouns “zyk” and “whistle”, as in the first stanza, complete the picture with the sounds of nature. Fet's poem "This Morning, This Joy ..." is filled with pagan delight before the beauty of the world. It is huge, like sky and mountains, and small, like fluff and midges.
The third stanza is the transition of evening into night, but also in slow motion and indefinitely, like everything done by nature itself. The "dawns without eclipse" last; the "night without sleep" lasts, which is filled with the darkness and heat of the bed.
In the distance you hear the night sigh of the village, a beautiful metaphor that conveys the quiet sounds of the night. And right there, like a drum, loud fractions and trills of nightingales sound that make sleep impossible on this magical night. He is the eternal companion of spring and love.
The work is written by the four-footed chorea, where each last line is incomplete. Short lines “rush” each other, hurrying to tell about the beauty of the awakening nature. Fet's poem “This Morning, This Joy ..” completes the meaningful word to which the whole poem is dedicated - spring.