A. Akhmatova is a special lyricist, poet, endowed with the gift of penetrating into those nooks and crannies human soul, which are hidden from prying eyes. Moreover, this soul, rich in feelings and experiences, is female. Main feature her work is considered to be the creation of a fundamentally new love lyrics, revealing to the reader the original character of a woman.
The poem “Clenched her hands under a dark veil...” was written by Akhmatova in 1911, during her early creativity. It was included in the poet’s first poetry collection, “Evening,” reflecting the ideological orientation of the book as a whole. At first creative path Anna Andreevna participated in the poetic association “Workshop of Poets”, recited her poems on the “tower” of Vyacheslav Ivanov, and a little later joined the Acmeists. Belonging to the acmeistic movement is reflected in her lyrics, especially in the collection “Evening”, in which the main theme is a love drama, a clash of characters, often turning into a demonic game. Tragic motives, contrasting images, their objectivity - all this is characteristic of both Acmeism in general and Akhmatova’s work.
“I clenched my hands under a dark veil...” is a poem written by Akhmatova a year after their wedding to Nikolai Gumilyov. It has no dedication, but represents perfect example psychological lyrics reflecting aspects of complex human relationships and personal experiences.
In 1911 – 1912 Akhmatova travels around Europe. Impressions from the trips influence the poems of her first collection, imprinting on them the disappointment and rebellion characteristic of the romantic worldview.
“I clenched my hands under a dark veil...” is a work of the lyrical genre, which is characterized by the transmission of subjective impressions and experiences, a reflection of the fullness of feelings, built on emotionality and expression.
The poem is written in an anapest - a three-syllable poetic meter with stress on the last syllable. Anapest creates a special melody of the verse, giving it rhythmic originality and dynamics. The type of rhyme is cross. Strophic division is carried out according to the traditional pattern, representing a quatrain.
Akhmatova’s work dates back to the first half of the 20th century, conventionally called the Silver century. In the 1910s. A fundamentally new aesthetic concept in literature and art, called modernism, was developed. Akhmatova belonged to the Acmeist movement, which became one of the main ones in the modernist movement. The poem “Clenched her hands under a dark veil...” is written in the traditions of Acmeism; it reflects the drama of feelings through the specifics of things, creating a subjective image based on dynamic details.
The lyrical heroine of the poem experiences a love drama, which she herself unwittingly leads to a tragic outcome. It is unknown who is to blame for the breakup, but the heroine blames herself for her lover’s departure, noting that she “filled” her beloved’s heart with sadness, causing him pain.
The poem is plot-driven because it is filled with movement, both mental and physical. Repenting of what happened, the heroine remembers the face and movements of her lover, full of suffering. She tries to stop him by running down the stairs, “without touching the railing.” But trying to catch up with a departing love only aggravates the pain of loss.
Having called out to the hero, she admits with all sincerity: “It was all a joke. If you leave, I’ll die.” In this impulse, she shows the full strength of her feeling, which she refuses to let go. But he dismisses the possibility of a happy ending by throwing an insignificant line back at her. Fading love relationship inevitable, because her guilt before the hero is too great. In the final remark of her lover, the heroine hears, albeit bitter, calm indifference. The dialogue between the characters is probably the last.
Gives genuine tragedy to the images and situation color scheme and image dynamics. Events follow each other with the precision of frames, each of which contains a detail that determines the state of the heroes. Thus, the deathly pallor of the heroine comes into contrast with the “black veil” - an adornment symbolizing grief.
The theme of the poem is undoubtedly love. Akhmatova is a master of love lyrics containing deep psychologism. Each of her poems is a brilliant composition, in which there is a place not only for personal perception, but also for a storyline.
“I clenched my hands under a dark veil...” is the story of a breakup between two loving people. In a small poem, Akhmatova raises a number of problems related to human relationships. The theme of parting leads the reader to the problem of forgiveness and repentance. To loving people It is common to hurt each other in a quarrel with hurtful and cruel words. The consequences of such recklessness can be unpredictable and sometimes sad. One of the reasons for the separation of the heroes is resentment, the desire to hide true feelings under the guise of indifference to the grief of another. Indifference in love is one of the problems of the poem.
The poem reflects the impossibility of finding happiness and love harmony where misunderstanding and resentment reign. An insult inflicted by a loved one is experienced most severely, and mental stress leads to fatigue and indifference. Akhmatova’s main idea is to show fragility love world, which can be destroyed with just one wrong or rudely spoken word. The inevitability of a tragic outcome leads the reader to the idea that love is always acceptance of another, and therefore forgiveness, rejection of selfishness and ostentatious indifference.
The poetess, who became one of the symbols of her generation, for the first time showed the universal human nature of female feelings, their fullness, strength and such dissimilarity from the motives and problems of male lyrics.
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I’m sitting here writing an interpretation of this poem. I don't understand what to write about. Do you really like it? I don't see the point in it. Maybe it's because I'm forced to do it. Who likes being forced? Or maybe it’s the aunt who writes dumbly. In any case, I don't understand her. Sorry if something is wrong. I shouldn’t have written to you, because you have a paid account, and this already means a lot... well, at least that you don’t care about people like me.
Thank you
Analyzing is always difficult.
It's probably never been read aloud to you...
Excellent verse, simply wonderful! It shows the whole story of the breakup... what’s not clear???
A somewhat distorted musical version of this poem:
http://ru.youtube.com/watch?v=CW2qyhGuVvQ
And I think it’s very cool. There’s such an interesting attitude between the hero and the heroine. He believes that she doesn’t want to see him next to her, but nevertheless worries about her.
That's right, I agree with your statement!
in fact, he just doesn’t care about her feelings. in response to the admission that she can’t live without him, he just pretends to be worried about her... very sad verse
This is just a magnificent poem; out of all the work Akhmatova covered at school, I only remembered this.
brilliant poem! I understand it this way: the girl “became bitchy”, for which she paid...
I really love this poem!
“Don’t stand in the wind” - that’s how I feel - because he doesn’t believe her anymore, that “if you leave, I’ll die.” For some reason I remembered from the film “The Hussar Ballad”: “- Do you want the truth? - No, I don’t play this game anymore. I don’t want the truth or lies.”
But in fact, he still loves her. Just very tired.
During the evacuation, Akhmatova and Ranevskaya often walked around Tashkent together. “We wandered around the market, around the old city,” Ranevskaya recalled. Children ran after me and shouted in unison: “Mulya, don’t irritate me.” This was very annoying, it prevented me from listening to Anna Andreevna. In addition, I acutely hated the role that brought popularity for me." I told Akhmatova about this. “Don’t be upset, each of us has our own Mylya!” I asked: “What is your “Mylya?” “I clenched my hands under a dark veil” - these are my “Mules,” said Anna Andreevna.”
the poem is actually brilliant.. about love and the severity of parting.. about how absurdly a careless word can kill trust and feelings.. when I read it for the first time, a chill went down my spine.. you don’t even understand it, you have to feel it
I read this poem before, but did not think about its depth..
and now, finding myself in a similar situation to the heroine, I felt it and let it pass through me - I burst into tears
I really liked it)
but it seems to me that starting with the words “clasped her hands under a dark veil” this means he has already died and she remembers what was the impetus for this accident, for such a separation
There is some kind of understatement in this poem. He is so indifferent to the heroine, and she is so indifferent to him, as they say, with all her heart. She wanted the best, but it turned out...
Great poem
This poem talks about how the girl was just playing... she didn’t want it, but he just couldn’t stand it and left, she realized it too late... he still loves her “don’t stand in the wind,” but he can’t be brought back. .. I really like this poem... I know it by heart...
I would compare this poem to photography. photography in motion. Everything is clearly visible and you can even examine the details, understand the presence of a conflict and the drama of the situation. But, just like looking at a photograph, for example, of a girl looking detachedly out the window, one can only guess about the reasons for her thoughtfulness, or maybe sadness... Also in the work in question, someone believes that the last phrase thrown is “don’t stand in the wind " - dictated by concern for the still loved one, some considered it a period, others an ellipsis. What is certain is that this is not a dot above the “i”. This is precisely why I don’t really like so-called “multi-layered works”, for which I am often criticized. Everyone says that the author wanted to tell us in his work... What did the author want to say? The author no longer exists, and everyone decides for themselves what the author wanted to tell us, or rather invents. Someone reads critics - enlightened interpreters and translators from the divine to the philistine. Although they link the lines of the work with the facts of the biography, they, nevertheless, also make assumptions regarding the author’s intention. As a result, we get the very problem that haunts almost everyone, and which is captured in this photograph in verse - she said, he answered. He understood the meaning of what she said in his own way, turned around, left... The meaning of his answer is a mystery to her, and to the reader too. What is this? Care or indifference? Desire to leave uncertainty? For what? To come back or to make you go dark in revenge? There are no answers. And for the reader’s soul, rushing about in search of an answer, who may have found himself in a similar situation in his life, suffered, did not know what to do, how to understand the reasons for the tragedy unfolding in his life, such uncertainty, understatement is painful and unpleasant. In essence, it forces you to repeat your personal experience in miniature, without receiving the answers that the reader is often looking for in works, because if you think about it, few people read lyrics solely for the beauty of the style or just to see the picture (description of the situation), in fact, from quite Everyday life. It is this repeated experience that explains the fact that sensitive people can even burst into tears when reading it, they are so “touched to the quick.”
In conclusion, I would like to summarize)))) Drawing conclusions is always very difficult. It is much easier to describe the situation in a comprehensive, elegant style, and put a long ellipsis at the end, inviting you to draw your own conclusions. If the author's goal is to start a vengeful process in the reader's head, perhaps this is the best way. But this goal is unlikely to be achievable if the reader has not experienced something similar to what is described in his life. In this case, the reader will simply skim the text with his eyes and pass by; the text will not evoke a response in his soul. If the reader is close to the described experiences, he probably himself has repeatedly thought about the questions that arise, but did not find answers, conducting a long and painful monologue with himself. And, in this case, after reading the work, the reader first relives his little tragedy, then again finds no answers and falls into the void... Perhaps you will tell me that there are no universal and correct answers, so what are they for? To this I will answer that there must certainly be an answer, a conclusion, a crystallization of the thought embedded in the work. The reader can agree with this conclusion or, on the contrary, disagree, present his own arguments and, thus, come to the only truth acceptable to himself, find his answer, emerging from the labyrinth of events and facts in which he has been wandering for a long time.
So I, in my written, “dissenting” opinion, reached the moment when it is necessary to draw a conclusion from everything that was said, the expressed opinion crystallized in one phrase. And I will tell you again that it is difficult. I’ll say that it’s easier to put a long ellipsis after the word “wanders”, something beautiful, philosophical))))) So that you, being my reader at the moment, leave the table a little hungry)))
So, IMHO - literary works, in which the author, having spread his thoughts throughout the entire work, does not give himself the trouble at the end to express his own opinion, attitude, for me, in some abstract sense of the word, are faceless, since they do not contain the most important part of the author who created them - his attitude to the situation, to the issues presented in his work, his personal opinion. Having cut out a picture from life from paper and words, even if it was cut out very beautifully, the author did not endow the idea with a soul. Therefore, having thought about why some works, despite the majesty and significance attributed to them, are categorically uninteresting, I found the only answer - because they are empty, despite the beauty of their style.
I remember from school it was with him that my love for poetry began. The cruel girl, I feel very sorry for her, without even realizing it, she ruined her great feeling for her. He loves her, but he doesn’t have the strength to be there, it’s easier to leave than to stay.
He is a very proud man who cannot get over himself. Yes, she did not understand to the very last point what this man meant to her. She liked it, it flattered her vanity that he was selflessly in love with her. But when I realized that I could lose him, I was horrified by this thought alone and ran after him. I’m afraid that it’s already too late - it’s burned out (((. It’s a shame that few modern poets can express such a range of feelings in a few lines. In fact, at a minimum, big story ran before me when I read this short brilliant poem. BRAVO!
He is not worried about her, but mockingly tells her not to follow him and that it is completely useless to return him. With this phrase he puts an end to their relationship.
She clasped her hands under a dark veil...
“Why are you pale today?”
- Because I am tartly sad
Got him drunk.
How can I forget? He came out staggering
The mouth twisted painfully...
I ran away without touching the railing,
I ran after him to the gate.
Gasping for breath, I shouted: “It’s a joke.
All that has gone before. If you leave, I will die."
Smiled calmly and creepily
And he told me: “Don’t stand in the wind.”
Russian poetry has provided a huge number of brilliant examples of male love lyrics. The more valuable are love poems written by women. One of them was A. Akhmatova’s work “Clenched her hands under a dark veil...”, written in 1911.
The poem appeared when the poetess was already married to. However, it was not dedicated to her husband. Akhmatova admitted that she never truly loved him and married only out of pity for his suffering. At the same time, she religiously maintained marital fidelity and had no affairs on the side. Thus, the work became an expression of the poetess’s inner love yearning, which did not find its expression in real life.
The plot is based on a banal quarrel between lovers. The reason for the quarrel is not indicated, only its bitter consequences are known. The heroine is so shocked by what happened that her pallor is noticeable to others. Akhmatova emphasizes this unhealthy pallor in combination with a “black veil”.
The man is not in a good position. The heroine indirectly indicates that she was the cause of the quarrel: “she got him drunk.” She cannot banish the image of her loved one from her memory. She did not expect such a strong manifestation of feelings from a man (“the mouth twisted painfully”). In a fit of pity, she was ready to admit all her mistakes and achieve reconciliation. The heroine herself takes the first step towards. She catches up with her loved one and tries to convince him to consider her words a joke. In the cry of “I will die!” there is no pathos or well-thought-out pose. This is an expression of the sincere feelings of the heroine, who repents of her actions.
However, the man had already pulled himself together and made a decision. Despite the fire raging in his soul, he calmly smiles and utters a cold, indifferent phrase: “Don’t stand in the wind.” This icy calm is more terrible than rudeness and threats. She does not leave the slightest hope for reconciliation.
In the work “Clenched Hands Under a Black Veil,” Akhmatova shows the fragility of love, which can be broken because of one careless word. It also depicts the weakness of a woman and her fickle character. Men, in the poetess's mind, are very vulnerable, but their will is much stronger than women's. The decision made by a man can no longer be changed.
It is very difficult to emotionally read the lyric poem “Clenched my hands under a dark veil” by Anna Andreevna Akhmatova. It is imbued with deep drama. The action described in it occurs rapidly. Despite the fact that the work consists of only three quatrains, it tells the whole story of two people in love, namely their separation.
The text of Akhmatova’s poem “Clenched her hands under a dark veil” was written in January 1911. Oddly enough, it was not dedicated to Nikolai Gumilyov, although Anna Andreevna had already been married to him for a year at that moment. Who was this poem dedicated to? This still remains a mystery to many researchers, because the poetess was faithful to her husband throughout her marriage. We will never know the answer to this question. We can only guess. Perhaps Akhmatova herself created the image of this lover and constantly wrote poetry to him. This work tells how two people in love break up after another quarrel. Anna Andreevna does not name the reason for what happened, but with the phrase “she made him drunk with tart sadness” she makes it clear to the reader that it is the girl who is to blame. She regrets what she said and wants her lover back. She runs after him, asks him to come back, shouts that she will die without him, but everything is useless. Thanks to the fact that Akhmatova uses a large number of means of artistic expression, it becomes easier for us to understand how difficult it is for the heroes of the poem at this moment, what feelings they experience.
The poem is compulsory to study at school during literature lessons in the 11th grade. It, like Akhmatova’s other poem “Song of the Last Meeting,” is assigned to be taught at home. On our website you can read it online in full or download it to any device absolutely free.
She clasped her hands under a dark veil...
“Why are you pale today?”
- Because I am tartly sad
Got him drunk.
How can I forget? He came out staggering
The mouth twisted painfully...
I ran away without touching the railing,
I ran after him to the gate.
Gasping for breath, I shouted: “It’s a joke.
All that has gone before. If you leave, I’ll die.”
Smiled calmly and creepily
And he told me: “Don’t stand in the wind”
Each verse of Anna Andreevna Akhmatova touches the finest strings of the human soul, although the author does not use many means of expressiveness and figures of speech. “Clenched her hands under a dark veil” proves that the poetess could say quite a lot about the complex in simple words, accessible to everyone. She sincerely believed that the simpler the language material, the more sensual, vibrant, emotional and life-like her poems became. Judge for yourself...
A. A. Akhmatova proudly called herself a poet; she did not like it when the name “poetess” was applied to her; it seemed to her that this word belittled her dignity. And indeed, her works stand on a par with the works of such grandiose authors as Pushkin, Lermontov, Tyutchev, Blok. As an Acmeist poet, A. A. Akhmatova paid great attention to word and image. Her poetry had few symbols, few figurative means. It’s just that every verb and every definition was selected with special care. Although, of course, Anna Akhmatova paid great attention to women's issues, that is, topics such as love, marriage. There were many poems dedicated to her fellow poets and the topic of creativity. Akhmatova also created several poems about the war. But, of course, the bulk of her poems are about love.
In almost no poem by Anna Andreevna, love was described as a happy feeling. Yes, she is always strong, bright, but fatal. Moreover, the tragic outcome of events can be dictated for various reasons: inconsistency, jealousy, betrayal, indifference of a partner. Akhmatova spoke about love simply, but at the same time solemnly, without diminishing the importance of this feeling for any person. Often her poems are eventful, in them one can distinguish a unique analysis of the poem “Clenched her hands under a dark veil” confirms this idea.
The masterpiece called “The Gray-Eyed King” can also be classified as love poetry. Here Anna Andreevna talks about adultery. The gray-eyed king - the beloved of the lyrical heroine - dies by accident while hunting. But the poetess slightly hints that the husband of this very heroine had a hand in this death. And the ending of the poem sounds so beautiful, in which a woman looks into the eyes of her daughter, the colors... It would seem that Anna Akhmatova managed to elevate a banal betrayal to a deep poetic feeling.
A classic case of misalliance is depicted by Akhmatov in the poem “You are my letter, dear, don’t crumple.” The heroes of this work are not allowed to be together. After all, she always has to be nothing to him, just a stranger.
IN in a broad sense The theme of the poem is love. But, to be more specific, then we're talking about about breaking up. The idea of the poem is that lovers often do things rashly and without thinking, and then regret it. Akhmatova also says that loved ones sometimes show apparent indifference, while in their souls there is a real storm.
The poetess depicts the moment of parting. The heroine, having shouted unnecessary and offensive words to her lover, hurries up the steps after him, but, having caught up, she can no longer stop him.
Without characterizing the lyrical hero, it is impossible to make a full analysis of the poem. “Clenched Hands Under a Dark Veil” is a work in which two characters appear: a man and a woman. She said stupid things in the heat of the moment and gave him “tart sadness.” He - with visible indifference - tells her: “Don’t stand in the wind.” Akhmatova does not give any other characteristics to her heroes. Their actions and gestures do this for her. This characteristic feature throughout Akhmatova’s poetry: do not talk about feelings directly, but use associations. How does the heroine behave? She clasps her hands under the veil, she runs so that she does not touch the railing, which indicates the greatest tension of mental strength. She doesn't speak, she screams, gasping for breath. And there seems to be no emotion on his face, but his mouth is twisted “painfully,” which indicates that the lyrical hero cares, his indifference and calmness are ostentatious. Suffice it to recall the verse “Song of the Last Meeting”, which also says nothing about feelings, but a seemingly ordinary gesture betrays inner excitement, the deepest experience: the heroine puts a glove on her left hand on her right hand.
An analysis of the poem “Clenched her hands under a dark veil” shows that Akhmatova constructs her poems about love as a lyrical monologue in the first person. Therefore, many mistakenly begin to identify the heroine with the poetess herself. This is not worth doing. Thanks to the first-person narration, the poems become more emotional, confessional and believable. In addition, Anna Akhmatova often uses direct speech as a means of characterizing her characters, which also adds liveliness to her poems.
