Plan and example of a comprehensive analysis of a lyrical work
History of the creation of the work (if possible).
Theme and idea.
Composition. Development of themes and ideas.
System of images.
Artistic and linguistic means that help reveal the main idea of the author.
Rhythmic organization, sound design, rhyme features.
Features of the syntax and punctuation of the work, their role in revealing the author’s idea.
Features of spelling.
Feelings and thoughts caused by acquaintance with this work.
The earthly heart will freeze again,
But I meet the cold with my chest.
I keep to people in the wilderness
Unrequited love.
But behind love comes anger,
The seal of oblivion or election.
Let them call: Forget it, poet!
Return to beautiful comforts!
No! It’s better to perish in the fierce cold!
There is no comfort! There is no peace!
2. “The theme is,” wrote A. Blok, “that the clan, which has experienced the retribution of history, environment, era, begins, in the person of the last firstborn, in turn to create retribution...” But the poem was not finished, and this the poem (like other “sketches”) was included in the “Iambic” cycle.
3. The poem consists of three quatrains. The first stanza gives the “landscape of the soul” of the lyrical hero: the poet’s heart “freezes” because his love for people is “undivided.” Being among people, he lives in a “deserted place.” But the hero is courageous: he faces the hardships of life (“cold”) and loneliness with “chest.” The second stanza reveals his attitude towards people: on the one hand, “love”, on the other, “contempt”. The question of why “anger is brewing” in the soul of the lyrical hero is answered in the third stanza: people need peace, they call the poet to “beautiful comforts”; but for the lyrical hero there are “no”; it is “better for him to perish in the fierce cold” than to remain in the gray philistinism.
4. In the system of images, the lyrical hero and the people around him are clearly opposed to each other, in other words, the poet and the crowd.
5. The main artistic device used by the author to reveal the idea is antithesis: the poem has several rows of antonyms (for people - desolation; love - anger, contempt; peace, comfort - cold).
In addition, Blok includes in the poem emotionally charged epithets (love - unrequited, cold - fierce), metaphors (heart - earthly, that is, thirsty for love, communication), personifications (anger - ripens, contempt - grows, heart - gets cold) , synonyms (ripening, growing). The text contains many words that have a figurative meaning (comfort - a quiet life, solitude - lack of communication, I store - I experience). Along with “lofty” words (anger, contempt, oblivion), the author uses colloquial ones (perish, freeze).
The poem, like all of Blok’s poetry, is symbolist in nature. It is a reflection of the poet’s “revolutionary forebodings” (A. Blok), a call for active intervention in life and defending one’s own position in life.
6. In the sound design, there is a clear predominance of voiced consonants over deaf ones, which reflects the intransigence and fighting spirit of the lyrical hero. Blok explains the use of iambic as a poetic meter (and then the name of the cycle of poems “Iambics”): “I think that the simplest expression of the rhythm of that time, when the world, preparing for unheard of events, so intensively and systematically developed its physical, political and military muscles, was iambic. This is probably why I, who have long been driven around the world by the scourges of this iambic, were drawn to surrender to its elastic wave for a longer time.” (From the preface written in connection with the publication of Chapter III of the poem “Retribution”, 1919)
7. The syntax of the poem is also expressive: calm narrative sentences at the beginning of the text are replaced with exclamatory ones at the end; common two-part ones - into shortened and non-common one-part ones. The connection between sentences is parallel. Means of communication - unions, particles. Some sentences are constructed inversely. At the end - the word no is repeated three times. In addition to the usual punctuation marks, the author uses an emphatic (emotionally expressive) dash.
8. From the point of view of spelling, this poem is not particularly difficult, and yet with examples from the text we can illustrate the following writing rules:
unstressed vowels at the root of the word: earthly, I meet, peace;
alternating vowels in the root of the word: growing;
unpronounceable and dubious consonants at the root of the word: heart, again;
prefixes: perish, desolation, contempt;
not with adjectives: undivided;
n and nn in verbal adjectives: undivided;
personal endings of verbs: getting cold, ripening.
According to the rules of writing at the beginning of the 20th century, the ending i was written in the prepositional case of nouns ending in -е, -я. So, in this text, in Blok’s word for solitude, i is written: for solitude.
9. The poem “The earthly heart grows cold again...” was written almost a hundred years ago. After so many years, we, the people of the third millennium, must highlight for ourselves the main thing in A. Blok’s legacy. What is important to me is that (in the words of the poet)
He is all a child of goodness and light,
He is all a triumph of freedom;
the way he saw life:
Erase random features
And you will see: the world is beautiful.
This poem is proof of this.
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“The earthly heart will grow cold again...” Alexander Blok
The earthly heart will freeze again,
But I meet the cold with my chest.
I keep to people in the wilderness
Unrequited love.But behind love comes anger,
Contempt and desire grow
Read in the eyes of husbands and maidens
The seal of oblivion, or election.Let them call: Forget it, poet!
Return to beautiful comforts!
No! It’s better to perish in the fierce cold!
There is no comfort. There is no peace.
Analysis of Blok’s poem “The earthly heart grows cold again...”
Problems in his personal life also affected the work of Alexander Blok. In the poems of this poet, the theme of loneliness and the search for one’s own world appeared, in which the author could feel truly happy. However, the more Blok experimented, the more clearly he felt that his entire further existence without the woman he loved was losing any meaning. Meanwhile, relations with Lyubov Mendeleeva were very difficult. Disillusioned with family life, she constantly changed lovers. However, Alexander Blok periodically started affairs on the side, but none of his chosen ones was able to destroy the golden cage in which the poet imprisoned himself.
His relatives and some of his friends knew about Blok’s family problems. Therefore, few could have guessed what exact meaning the poet intended in the lines of the poem “The earthly heart is freezing again...”, written in the fall of 1911. It was published much later, when Blok and Mendeleeva had already decided to separate completely. However, at that moment when the poet needed help and basic sympathy, he simply had no one to turn to even for advice. However, he did not accuse those who were nearby at that moment of indifference and callousness. “I keep unrequited love for people in the wilderness,” noted Blok.
True, the author immediately admits that inside is already beginning to change for the worse. He is tired of paying with warmth for the indifference with which he has been surrounded in recent years, so he admits6 “But behind love, anger is brewing.” It is caused by the fact that the people around the poet remind him of mannequins, in whose eyes he cannot read a single outburst of emotion. At first this frightens the poet, and later causes a mixture of pity, surprise and contempt. Blok realizes that he is surrounded by people who do not even try to understand his inner aspirations. The world is not changing, and the main place in it is still occupied by power and money. Many people mistakenly believe that these two components are the key to happiness, but the poet constantly refutes this statement with his own actions, causing bewilderment among ordinary people. In response to their insistent demands to become the same as everyone else, the poet replies: “No! It’s better to perish in the fierce cold!” He understands that there is nothing more valuable and dear in this life than the sincere mutual love of two people. Having lost it, Blok doomedly states: “There is no comfort. There is no peace."
