Yevgeny Yevtushenko
You Are Great In Love by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

You Are Great In Love by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

You are great in love. You are bold.My every step is timid.I'll do nothing bad to you, but can hardly do you any good.It seems you are leading ...

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Wounds by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Wounds by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

I have been wounded so often and so painfully, dragging my way home at the merest crawl, impaled not only by malicious tongues-one can be wounded even by a petal.And I myself have ...

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Colours by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Colours by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

When your face came risingabove my crumpled life, the only thing I understood at firstwas how meager were all my possessions.But your face cast a peculiar glowon forests, seas, ...

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Ballad About Drinking by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Ballad About Drinking by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

We had slaughtered a hundred white whales, civilization was quite forgotten, our lungs were burned out from smoking shag, but on sighting port we blew out our chests like ...

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Don’t Disappear by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Don’t Disappear by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Don't disappear.... By disappearing from me, you will disappear from yourself, betraying your own self forever, and that will be the basest dishonesty.Don't disappear.... To ...

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People by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

People by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

No people are uninteresting.Their fate is like the chronicle of planets.Nothing in them in not particular, and planet is dissimilar from planet.And if a man lived in ...

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Boots by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Boots by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

To K. VanshenkinOur railway car was like a gypsy camp.Raucous shouting everywhere.The left platform stuffed with hay, sailors sleeping like gods.'Marusya, ' someone bellowed ...

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Envy by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Envy by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

I envy. This secretI have not revealed before.I know there is somewhere a boywhom I greatly envy.I envy the way he fights; I myself was never so guileless and bold.I envy the way ...

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Conversation With An American Writer by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Conversation With An American Writer by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

'You have courage, ' they tell me.It's not true. I was never courageous.I simply felt it unbecomingto stoop to the cowardice of my colleagues.I've shaken no foundations.I simply ...

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Dwarf Birches by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Dwarf Birches by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

We are dwarf birches.We sit firmly, like splinters, under the nails of frostsand the Khanate of Eternal Freezeengages in many shenanigansto bend us down lower and lower.Are you ...

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Being Late by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Being Late by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Something dangerous is beginning: I am coming late to my own self.I made an appointment with my thoughts-the thoughts were snatched from me.I made an appointment with Faulkner-but ...

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Breaking Up by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Breaking Up by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

I fell out of love: that’s our story’s dull ending, as flat as life is, as dull as the grave.Excuse me-I’ll break off the string of this love songand smash the guitar. We have ...

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The Inexpressible by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

The Inexpressible by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

I want what's inexpressible! Impudent, I play with fire without a queenMy queen-reason is under the knight's hoovesWhat joy to lose to the fire! What flaming in the uncombed ...

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Lies by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Lies by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Lying to the young is wrong.Proving to them that lies are true is wrong.Telling them that God’s in his heavenand all’s well with the world ...

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A Meeting In Copenhagen by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

A Meeting In Copenhagen by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

We are sitting at an airportin Copenhagen drinking a lot of coffee.It was most elegant there, and comfortable, and refined to the point of lassitude.Then suddenly he appeared- ...

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Babii Yar by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Babii Yar by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

No monument stands over Babii Yar.A dropp sheer as a crude gravestone.I am afraid. Today I am as old in yearsas all the Jewish people.Now I seem to be ...

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Fury by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Fury by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

They tell me, shaking their heads: 'You should be kinder... You are somehow-furious.'I used to be kind. It didn’t last long.Life was breaking me hitting me in the teeth.I lived ...

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Irony by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Irony by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

The twentieth century has often fooled us.We've been squeezed in by falsehood as by taxes.The breath of life has denuded our ideasas quickly as it strips a dandelion.As boys fall ...

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Career by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Career by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Galileo, the clergy maintained, was a pernicious and stubborn man.But time has a way of demonstratingthe most stubborn are the most intelligent.In Galileo's day, a fellow ...

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I Would Like by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

I Would Like by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

I would like to be born in every country, have a passport for them allto throw all foreign offices ...

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The Heirs Of Stalin by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

The Heirs Of Stalin by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Mute was the marble. Mutely glimmered the glass.Mute stood the sentries, bronzed by the breeze.Thin wisps of smoke curled over the coffin.And breath seeped through the chinksas ...

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The Torments Of Conscience by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

The Torments Of Conscience by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

We live, dying is not our business, shame is another lost episode, but like an unseen madonna, conscienceis standing at every crossroad.And her children and her grandchildren, the ...

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I’M An Angel by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

I’M An Angel by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

I’ve stopped drinking. I love my wife.My own wife- I insist on this.Living so like an angel, I almost quote Shchipachev.This is a shriveled life.I’ve shut ...

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Waiting by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Waiting by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

My love will comewill fling open her arms and fold me in them, will understand my fears, observe my changes.In from the pouring dark, from the pitch nightwithout stopping to bang ...

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Flowers For Grandmother by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Flowers For Grandmother by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

I came to the cemetery in the hazy heat of autumn, where the crosses creak as they split, to my grandmother-Maria Iosefovna-and bought flowers at the gate.In the era of silent ...

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The Companion by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

The Companion by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

She was sitting on the rough embankment, her cape too big for her tied on slapdashover an odd little hat with a bobble on it, her eyes brimming with tears of hopelessness.An ...

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Fears by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Fears by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Fears are dying out in Russia like the ghosts of bygone years, and only like old women, here and there, they still beg for alms on the steps of a church. But I remember them in ...

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Birthday by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Birthday by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Mother, let me congratulate you onthe birthday of your son.You worry so much about him. Here he lies, he earns little, his marriage was unwise, he’s long, he’s getting thin, he ...

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Ballad About False Beacons by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Ballad About False Beacons by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

We’ve been bewitched by countless lies, by azure images of ice, by false promises of open sky and sea, and rescued by a God we don’t believe.Like coppers rattling from a beggar’s ...

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On The Question Of Freedom by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

On The Question Of Freedom by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Dachau’s ashes burn my feetThe asphalt smokes under meWarheads & bayonets stuckunder my nailsI’ll stroke a stray strand of my beloved’s hairAnd I myself shall smokecrucified ...

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The Hut by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

The Hut by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

And once again a fisherman’s hutopening to me late in the night, suddenly as much a part of meas the one along whose floor I used to crawl.Quietly I lay down in the corneras if it ...

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You Are Great In Love by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

You Are Great In Love by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

You are great in love. You are bold.My every step is timid.I'll do nothing bad to you, but can hardly do you any good.It seems you are leading ...

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Final Faith by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Final Faith by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Is it possible that we are so twistedthere is no salvation for any of us, and that ideas have become winglessin an age of winged rockets? Is it possible that a crippled birch, ...

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Psychotherapy by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Psychotherapy by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Pain gnaws into man, lacerating with its claws.It’s deposited like saltsomewhere between the vertebrae.Shout something to the crowd? That’s a lot of respect for cattle.Confess to ...

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Humor by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Humor by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Tsars, Kings, Emperors, sovereigns of all the earth, have commanded many a parade, but they could not command humor.When Aesop, the tramp, came visitingthe palaces of eminent ...

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Alder Catkin by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Alder Catkin by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Whenever the wind drops an alder catkin into my palm, or a cuckoo calls merrily, with trains screaming by, I fall to reflecting, ...

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Black Bandillera by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Black Bandillera by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

The flower of a fighting torois mourning, affixed since birth.The path of a fighting torois the arena, and later the scales.If condemned by natureto death by the sword, ...

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Glasha, Bride Of The Sea by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Glasha, Bride Of The Sea by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

She knows the river, net and hook, and hunts it deep as any.Love opens her a petaled look: 'I couldn’t care a penny! You’re better dead.'She shakes her head: her angry earrings ...

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Here Is What… by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Here Is What… by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Here is what is happening to me: my old friend doesn't come to visit, and in idle vanitycome various folk, not those who should.And he goes about somewhere not with those he ...

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Wounds by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Wounds by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

I have been wounded so often and so painfully, dragging my way home at the merest crawl, impaled not only by malicious tongues-one can be wounded even by a petal.And I myself have ...

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Hall In Kharkov by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Hall In Kharkov by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

In the burgh of Kharkov- bursting hail.Big hail, big as grape, and it goes dancing along the railings, dancing, prancing.It’s spry and full of ...

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Antedeluvian by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Antedeluvian by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

The woman walked past Execution Block on Red Squarecarrying rolls of toilet paper, twenty at least, not in her ...

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Girl Beatnik by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Girl Beatnik by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

This girl comes from New Yorkbut she does not belong.Along the neon lights, this girlruns away from herself.To this girl the world seems odious-a moralist who’s been howled ...

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The Mail Cutter by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

The Mail Cutter by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

The ice had not even begun to break, no boat could possibly sail yet, but the letters lay in a pile at the post office, with all their requests and instructions.Among them trying ...

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Murder by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Murder by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

No one sleeps more beautifully than you.But I am afraid that you will waken just now, and touch me with an indifferent glance, lightly passing, and commit the murder ...

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Picture Of Childhood by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Picture Of Childhood by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Elbowing our way, we run.Someone is being beaten up in the market.You wouldn’t want to miss it! We pick up speed, racing to the uproar, scooping up water in our felt bootsand ...

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Unrequited Love by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Unrequited Love by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Love unrequited is a crushing yoke; but if you see love as a game, a trophy, then unrequited love’s absurd, a joke-like Cyrano de Bergerac’s odd ...

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Momma by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Momma by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

It’s been too long since Momma sang, and when would she have time! Does she have so little to dothat there is time for everything! On birthdays duringthe clicking of glasses and ...

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Disbelief In Yourself Is Indispensable by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Disbelief In Yourself Is Indispensable by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

While you're alive it's shameful to worm your way into the Calendar of Saints.Disbelief in yourself is more saintly.It takes ...

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Eight Year Old Poet by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Eight Year Old Poet by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

On the platform, in Pasternak’s unerased footprints, leaving behind your own print, you stand a moment with me in farewell, eight-year-old poet.I can’t understand your originsor ...

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