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Analysis of Yesenin’s poem “You are my fallen maple, icy maple...”

The landscape lyrics of Sergei Yesenin, in addition to amazing imagery and metaphor, have one unique feature - almost all of the poet’s works are autobiographical. The poem “You are my fallen maple, icy maple...”, created at the end of November 1925, does not belong to the category of exceptions. This work is based on real facts and has its own backstory, about which nothing was known until recently.

Only a few years ago, researchers of Yesenin’s life and work compared the date of writing this poem with the events that took place in the poet’s life. It turns out that on November 28, 1925, when these amazing lines were written, which later became a wonderful romance, the poet left the Moscow clinic where he was being treated for another binge. And, naturally, the first thing he did was go to a tavern to improve his health. When and under what circumstances Yesenin’s thoughts formed into poetic lines, history is silent. However, the old clinic has survived to this day, and the poet’s bibliographers even managed to find a room on the second floor of the old mansion, in which he spent several days. Imagine the surprise of the researchers when, from the window overlooking the courtyard, they saw the same “icy maple” that stood in the depths of the park and, like “a drunken watchman, having gone out onto the road, drowned in a snowdrift, freezing his leg.”

It is no secret that Yesenin constantly identified plants with people in his work. And if the slender birch tree, which the poet hugged “having lost modesty” and “like someone else’s wife” in a fit of drunken stupor, is associated with a woman, then the maple is an exclusively male image. Moreover, for Yesenin he symbolizes an older man who has had to endure difficult life trials. It is noteworthy that in this poem the author compares himself to a maple, noting only that it is younger, has not yet fallen, “but is completely green.” However, such a parallel suggests that the author is experiencing deep spiritual melancholy due to the fact that he has become disillusioned with life. Striving for fame and freedom, Yesenin very soon realized that these two concepts were simply incompatible. Moreover, in the country that was the poet’s homeland, it was almost impossible to gain true freedom under the dictatorial communist regime. If we compare the facts, it turns out that it was at that moment when Yesenin was in the clinic that they tried to arrest him. However, Professor Pyotr Gannushkin, who at that time was in charge of the psychiatric department of the hospital where Yesenin was treated, did not betray his idol, saying that the poet was not in the medical institution.

Therefore, it is not surprising that Sergei Yesenin constantly sought solace in wine, and was not at all embarrassed about it. It was alcohol that gave the poet the illusion of freedom and permissiveness, although this addiction had to be paid not only with physical health, but also with mental balance. Yesenin hints at this sad fact in his poem “You are my fallen maple, frozen maple...”, informing readers with slight sadness that he himself “has somehow become unstable now” and is not even able to get home after a “friendly drinking session.” However, one should not regard the declarations of love that the poet addresses to the maple, willow and pine, singing to them “songs about summer in a snowstorm” as one of the manifestations of excessive libations. Yesenin, disappointed in the people around him and realizing that he was actually walking on the edge of a knife, sought solace and friendly participation from nature, which he had admired since childhood. This is precisely what can explain the phenomenon of identifying trees with people who replaced the poet’s friends and interlocutors, and for this the author was eternally grateful to them.

“You are my fallen maple, icy maple...” Sergei Yesenin

You are my fallen maple, icy maple,
Why are you standing, bent over, under a white snowstorm?

Or what did you see? Or what did you hear?
It’s like you went out for a walk outside the village

And, like a drunken watchman, going out onto the road,
He drowned in a snowdrift and froze his leg.

Oh, and I myself have become somewhat unstable these days,
I won’t make it home from a friendly drinking party.

There I met a willow, there I noticed a pine tree,
I sang songs to them during the snowstorm about summer.

I seemed to myself to be the same maple tree,
Only not fallen, but completely green.

And, having lost modesty, having become stupefied,
Like someone else's wife, he hugged the birch tree.

“You are my fallen maple, icy maple...” Sergei Yesenin

You are my fallen maple, icy maple,
Why are you standing, bent over, under a white snowstorm?

Or what did you see? Or what did you hear?
It’s like you went out for a walk outside the village

And, like a drunken watchman, going out onto the road,
He drowned in a snowdrift and froze his leg.

Oh, and I myself have become somewhat unstable these days,
I won’t make it home from a friendly drinking party.

There I met a willow, there I noticed a pine tree,
I sang songs to them during the snowstorm about summer.

I seemed to myself to be the same maple tree,
Only not fallen, but completely green.

And, having lost modesty, having become stupefied,
Like someone else's wife, he hugged the birch tree.

Analysis of Yesenin’s poem “You are my fallen maple, icy maple...”

It is no secret that Yesenin in his work constantly identified plants with people. And if the slender birch tree, which the poet hugged “having lost modesty” and “like someone else’s wife” in a fit of drunken stupor, is associated with a woman, then the maple is an exclusively male image. Moreover, for Yesenin he symbolizes an older man who has had to endure difficult life trials. It is noteworthy that in this poem the author compares himself to a maple, noting only that it is younger, has not yet fallen, “but is completely green.” However, such a parallel suggests that the author is experiencing deep spiritual melancholy due to the fact that he has become disillusioned with life. Striving for fame and freedom, Yesenin very soon realized that these two concepts were simply incompatible. Moreover, in the country that was the poet’s homeland, it was almost impossible to gain true freedom under the dictatorial communist regime. If we compare the facts, it turns out that it was at that moment when Yesenin was in the clinic that they tried to arrest him. However, Professor Pyotr Gannushkin, who at that time was in charge of the psychiatric department of the hospital where Yesenin was treated, did not betray his idol, saying that the poet was not in the medical institution.

That's why it is not surprising that Sergei Yesenin constantly sought solace in wine, and was not at all shy about it. It was alcohol that gave the poet the illusion of freedom and permissiveness, although this addiction had to be paid not only with physical health, but also with mental balance. Yesenin hints at this sad fact in his poem “You are my fallen maple, frozen maple...”, informing readers with slight sadness that he himself “has somehow become unstable now” and is not even able to get home after a “friendly drinking session.” However, one should not regard the declarations of love that the poet addresses to the maple, willow and pine, singing to them “songs about summer in a snowstorm” as one of the manifestations of excessive libations. Yesenin, disappointed in the people around him and realizing that he was actually walking on the edge of a knife, sought solace and friendly participation from nature, which he had admired since childhood. This is precisely what can explain the phenomenon of identifying trees with people who replaced the poet’s friends and interlocutors, and for this the author was eternally grateful to them.

You are my fallen maple, icy maple,
Why are you standing, bent over, under a white snowstorm?

Or what did you see? Or what did you hear?
It’s like you went out for a walk outside the village

And, like a drunken watchman, going out onto the road,
He drowned in a snowdrift and froze his leg.

Oh, and I myself have become somewhat unstable these days,
I won’t make it home from a friendly drinking party.

There I met a willow, there I noticed a pine tree,
I sang songs to them during the snowstorm about summer.

I seemed to myself to be the same maple tree,
Only not fallen, but completely green.

And, having lost modesty, having become stupefied,
Like someone else's wife, he hugged the birch tree.

Analysis of the poem “You are my fallen maple, icy maple” by Yesenin

The poem “You are my fallen maple, frozen maple...” was written by Yesenin in November 1925, when the poet was in a state of deepest mental crisis. Yesenin painfully searched for a way out of this difficult situation. He was oppressed by the increasing pressure from the authorities. The poet's personal life was completely destroyed, love for him became only numerous one-night stands. Yesenin became increasingly addicted to alcohol. He was well aware of this, but he practically stopped resisting. Alcohol is capable of creating the illusion of expanding consciousness, so it can be assumed that Yesenin was afraid to completely break with drunkenness, since he believed that it helped him in his creativity.

It is unknown in what state Yesenin wrote the poem. Despite the behavior of the main character, it became a real masterpiece of the poet. It seems that incredibly touching and poignant lines come from the most tormented soul. Yesenin has long said goodbye to his native village, but in difficult times he turns to images of Russian nature for help. Not finding a response in people, he chooses “icy maple” as his interlocutor. The poet is in the city, but in his mind the maple is a rural guest (“out of the village... you went out”). Therefore, the author feels his blood relationship with the tree; it reminds him of his dear homeland, which is very far away.

Yesenin has a sincere conversation with the maple tree, as if with an old and close person. He sincerely admits to him that he is very drunk and is afraid of not making it home. If this is a real description of the poet’s return home, then it becomes strange why his acquaintances, seeing his condition, could not see him off. In this case, Yesenin’s feeling of incredible loneliness is understandable, in which he decided to start a conversation with a simple tree.

The poet tells the maple tree that he met different trees on the way. Sure, he came across some people, but they don't even deserve mention. But he read his works to the willow and pine trees, encouraging them, reminding them of the hot summer. Having replaced the boring human environment with a society of trees, Yesenin imagined himself as a “green maple.” The longing for his lost youth came over him again. The poet’s last prank, which he himself characterizes with shame as “being stupefied into a board,” was an embrace with a birch tree.

Yesenin made many mistakes in his life: he destroyed women’s happiness, started drunken scandals and fights. But in people's memory he will forever remain a great poet. Only a real genius could create the work “You are my fallen maple, icy maple...”, which became a popular romance.

“You are my fallen maple” by Sergei Yesenin is one of the poet’s most lyrical poems. He wrote it in 1925. Biographers have established that the poems were written on the day when Yesenin left the Moscow clinic, where he was being treated for his addiction to alcohol. The poem is permeated with a keen sense of hopelessness and loneliness. Yesenin understood that complete creative freedom for a poet was impossible in his contemporary society. His fragile soul painfully sought freedom, but found only a semblance of it in the smoke of the cabbage.

The poems reflect the poet's feeling of disappointment in his imaginary friends. He seeks consolation from nature and turns to willow, pine, and hugs a birch tree “like someone else’s wife.” The poet identifies himself with a maple tree drowned in a snowdrift, only noting that he himself is still young and “all green.”

A song was created based on Yesenin’s poem “You are my fallen maple”, which has become truly popular. You can read the poem “You are my fallen maple” on the website.

You are my fallen maple, icy maple,
Why are you standing, bent over, under a white snowstorm?

Or what did you see? Or what did you hear?
It’s like you went out for a walk outside the village

And, like a drunken watchman, going out onto the road,
He drowned in a snowdrift and froze his leg.

Oh, and I myself have become somewhat unstable these days,
I won’t make it home from a friendly drinking party.

There I met a willow, there I noticed a pine tree,
I sang songs to them during the snowstorm about summer.

I seemed to myself to be the same maple tree,
Only not fallen, but completely green.

And, having lost modesty, having become stupefied,
Like someone else's wife, he hugged the birch tree.

Concert dedicated to S. Yesenin in connection withon his anniversary, reminded me of the page in Yesenin’s life associated with writingpoem “You are my fallen maple.” This story is described in the book by E.A. Khlystalova"The Mystery of the Angleterre Hotel."
November 28 marks the 90th anniversary of the writing of this poem.

From the film "Beyond the Wolves". Vlad Galkin, Chaif

Excerpt from the book by Eduard Aleksandrovich Khlystalov
"The Mystery of the Angleterre Hotel"

...there was a trial coming...
They decided to use the last resort - to put Yesenin in a psychiatric hospital, they say, “crazy people are not judged.” Sofya Tolstaya agreed with Professor P.B. Gannushkin about the poet’s hospitalization in a paid clinic at Moscow University. The professor promised to provide him with a separate room where Yesenin could do literary work...
...Away from the roaring highways, not far from Pirogovskaya Street, a shady park, once fenced with a three-meter-high blank brick wall, has miraculously survived to this day. The city is advancing on the park, part of it has already been cut down and given over to the huge building of the eye institute. On one side, the park is adjacent to the Leo Tolstoy Museum-Estate, on the other - a wide two-story building, built at the end of the 19th century at the expense of benefactors in the style of classical Russian architecture. In this beautiful building, where everything is thought out from the coat rack to the magnificent assembly hall, a psychiatric clinic is located.
...The GPU and police officers went crazy looking for the poet. Only a few people knew about his hospitalization in the clinic, but informants were found. On November 28, security officers rushed to the director of the clinic, Professor P. B. Gannushkin, and demanded Yesenin’s extradition. P.B. Gannushkin did not hand over his fellow countryman to death. Instead of the poet, the security officers received a certificate with the following content:
“Patient S. A. Yesenin has been undergoing treatment in a psychiatric clinic since November 26 this year to the present, due to his health condition he cannot be questioned in court” (GLM, 397/8).
Feeling safe, the poet began to work actively. The strict regime, the care of doctors, and regular nutrition had a beneficial effect on his health. Friends and acquaintances who visited Yesenin at the clinic noted the poet’s excellent appearance, wit and high spirit.
From the first day, Yesenin was loved by all the clinic staff. The drunkard, anti-Semite, hooligan and insidious seducer of women's hearts known in the newspapers actually turned out to be completely different: modest, childishly shy, friendly and constantly smiling. There really was no arrogance or narcissism.

The now living daughter of Doctor Zinoviev, the wife of the poet Ivan Pribludny, Natalya Petrovna Milonova, told me about that period. It was not customary in their family to take an interest in their father’s work. But Yesenin knew her well and often conveyed greetings to her through her father, so she asked about his state of health. P. M. Zinoviev told her that the poet was not sick with anything, he was just resting and was not being treated with anything at the clinic.
At the clinic, Yesenin wrote fifteen poems. A special place among them is occupied by “You are my fallen maple...” What heartfelt words, how much genuine sadness there is in them...

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You are my fallen maple, icy maple,

It’s as if you went out for a walk outside the village...

In the autograph of the poem, the poet put the date of its composition - November 28. It was on this day that the security officers came to the clinic... Perhaps Yesenin only wrote down a poem on that day, but composed it earlier? He had this practice. In this poem, not a line about the city landscape, everything about the winter village...

But it only seems so. Sergei Alexandrovich has not been to the village in winter for the last few years, and then the word “as if” does not affirm the village landscape. S. Tolstaya recalled that the poet intended to write a cycle of poems about the Russian winter. "Maple" is one of them. If this poem was written in a clinic, then there must be a maple tree that inspired these magnificent lines.
I decide to test my guess. I am sending a request to the USSR Hydrometeorological Center with a request to report the weather in the center of Moscow on November 26-28, 1925. Here is the answer:
“I am reporting information about the weather in Moscow according to the TSHA weather station (Mikhelson Observatory): the depth of the snow cover is unknown, but there was snow. On November 28, 9.4 millimeters of snow fell, the wind was southwest, 8 meters per second, the temperature was one degree below zero, and a blowing snow was blowing.”
I no longer doubted that the clinic must have a maple tree, which on November 28 “drowned in a snowdrift and froze my leg.” I found a clinic. Slender, handsome maple trees lined up in front of the main entrance. They are about thirty to forty years old. No, these weren’t in the world back then. I don't see a hundred year old maple.
I go to the clinic. An exception was made for me, a criminal lawyer. Wearing a white coat, a doctor was allowed to examine the men's department. With trepidation I went up to the second floor. This is where there should be a small room in which Yesenin lay. From the wide window in the corridor I saw a hundred-year-old maple tree.

There was no doubt. This is him, modestly retreating from the path in the hospital park. He is the same age as Yesenin.
During that chilly and difficult time, the poet’s gaze fell on him. Throwing a fur coat over his shoulders, the humiliated and insulted national poet of Russia sadly looked at the flying trees. It's cold and windy outside, and a blizzard is buzzing outside the double-glazed windows. Several golden leaves cling tightly to their native branches. The icy wind is trying to tear them down. Yesenin’s breath catches, he cannot hold back his tears... His lips whispered words...

You are my fallen maple, icy maple,
Why are you standing bent over under a white snowstorm?

Or what did you see? Or what did you hear?
It’s as if you went out for a walk outside the village.

And, like a drunken watchman, going out onto the road,
He drowned in a snowdrift and froze his leg.

Oh, and I myself have become somewhat unstable these days,
I won’t make it home from a friendly drinking party.

There I met a willow, there I noticed a pine tree,
I sang songs to them during the snowstorm about summer.

I seemed to myself to be the same maple tree,
Only not fallen, but completely green.

And, having lost modesty, having become stupefied,
Like someone else's wife, he hugged the birch tree.

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