Drowsy Feather-grass
Drowsy Feather-grass - meaning Summary
Home, Calm and Belonging
Yesenin's poem celebrates deep attachment to rural homeland and its calming landscapes. The speaker finds solace and affirmation in familiar fields, moonlight, and migrating cranes, accepting joy and suffering as part of life. Though new forces and youthful innovation threaten change, the poet insists on remaining rooted in old cottages and pleads for the simple right to love and peacefully die in his native place.
Read Complete AnalysesDrowsy feather-grass. Beloved lowlands, Wormwood fresh and of a leaden hue. There's no other country that so wholly Calms my soul and warms me through and through. This would seem our common dispensation And at one conclusion we arrive: That, rejoicing, suffering and raging, Still we feel it's good to be alive! Magical, far-reaching is the moonlight. Poplars whisper, willows sadly weep. Land we love forever, life in tune with Plaintive cranes that through blue heaven sweep. And when life today is boldly throwing On my fate a light unknown before, I still feel that I remain the poet Of the timber cottages of yore. Every night I dream a confrontation With a sturdy foe of stern design, Alien youth come spreading innovation In these fields and forest glades of mine. Still, though novelty may cramp and crowd me, My impassioned verses voice my cry: In the homeland that I love allow me, Ever loving, peacefully to die.
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