Pasternak’s Grave – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Pasternak’s Grave Grave, you’re robbed by the railing. Railing, you’ve cut him off from the growling trucks, the green pear trees, the hail of agate-like…

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Dwarf Birches – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Dwarf Birches We are dwarf birches. We sit firmly, like splinters, under the nails of frosts and the Khanate of Eternal Freeze engages in many…

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Waiting – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Waiting My love will come will fling open her arms and fold me in them, will understand my fears, observe my changes. In from the…

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Lies – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Lies Lying to the young is wrong. Proving to them that lies are true is wrong. Telling them that God’s in his heaven and all’s…

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Being Late – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Being Late Something dangerous is beginning: I am coming late to my own self. I made an appointment with my thoughts- the thoughts were snatched…

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Tomorrow’s Wind – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Tomorrow’s Wind Why am I without joy, achieving everything, but grasping nothing at all? I dream of the wind that has overtaken me, the wind…

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I Dreamed I Already – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

I Dreamed I Already I dreamed I already loved you. I dreamed I already killed you. But you rose again; another form, but you, a…

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Poetry Gives Off Smoke – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Poetry Gives Off Smoke Poetry gives off smoke but it doesn’t die out. It acts kind of crazy, flutteringly, when it chooses us. This fellow’s…

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Don’t Disappear – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

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

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We Should Be Stingier – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

We Should Be Stingier We should be stingier breathing out and breathing in- then, perhaps, the epic will lie down in neat quatrains. We have…

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Monologue Of A Polar Fox On An Alaskan Fur Farm – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Monologue Of A Polar Fox On An Alaskan Fur Farm I am a blue fox on a gray farm Condemned to slaughter by my color…

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Ballad About False Beacons – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Ballad About False Beacons We’ve been bewitched by countless lies, by azure images of ice, by false promises of open sky and sea, and rescued…

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The Heirs Of Stalin – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

The Heirs Of Stalin Mute was the marble. Mutely glimmered the glass. Mute stood the sentries, bronzed by the breeze. Thin wisps of smoke curled…

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Here Is What… – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Here Is What… Here is what is happening to me: my old friend doesn’t come to visit, and in idle vanity come various folk, not…

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Once People – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Once People Once people get under my skin, they never find the exit. They romp around, fill my insides with their song and dance, make…

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Eight Year Old Poet – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Eight Year Old Poet On the platform, in Pasternak’s unerased footprints, leaving behind your own print, you stand a moment with me in farewell, eight-year-old…

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Wounds – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Wounds I have been wounded so often and so painfully, dragging my way home at the merest crawl, impaled not only by malicious tongues- one…

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Let’s Not… – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Let’s Not… Let’s not… Everything’s ghostly- the blank windows watching, the snow reddening behind the stoplights of the cars. Let’s not… Everything’s ghostly, lost in…

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Babii Yar – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Babii Yar No monument stands over Babii Yar. A dropp sheer as a crude gravestone. I am afraid. Today I am as old in years…

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The Execution Of Stenka Razin – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

The Execution Of Stenka Razin In Moscow, the white-walled capital, a thief runs with a poppy-seed loaf down the street. He is not afraid of…

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Girl Beatnik – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Girl Beatnik This girl comes from New York but she does not belong. Along the neon lights, this girl runs away from herself. To this…

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On The Question Of Freedom – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

On The Question Of Freedom Dachau’s ashes burn my feet The asphalt smokes under me Warheads & bayonets stuck under my nails I’ll stroke a…

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Disbelief In Yourself Is Indispensable – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Disbelief In Yourself Is Indispensable While you’re alive it’s shameful to worm your way into the Calendar of Saints. Disbelief in yourself is more saintly….

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Vietnam Classic – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Vietnam Classic The Vietnam classic was a seventy-year-old child, with the face of a tired, wise turtle. Not from his own extraordinary fame did he…

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Irpen – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Irpen Irpen is the memory of the south and summer… -B. Pasternak – I once promised so much to you, and I can give you…

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Assignation – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Assignation No, No! Believe me! I’ve come to the wrong place! I’ve made a god-awful mistake! Even the glass in my hand’s an accident, and…

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The Companion – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

The Companion She was sitting on the rough embankment, her cape too big for her tied on slapdash over an odd little hat with a…

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Glasha, Bride Of The Sea – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Glasha, Bride Of The Sea She knows the river, net and hook, and hunts it deep as any. Love opens her a petaled look: ‘I…

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No, I’ll No Take Half – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

No, I’Ll No Take Half No, I’ll not take the half of anything! Give me the whole sky! The far-flung earth! Seas and rivers and…

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Conversation With An American Writer – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Conversation With An American Writer ‘You have courage, ‘ they tell me. It’s not true. I was never courageous. I simply felt it unbecoming to…

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Verlaine – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Verlaine The guide was quoting Verlaine to me: in one gesture of easy fine feeling he swept his hand over Paris, under the rustle of…

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Irony – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Irony The twentieth century has often fooled us. We’ve been squeezed in by falsehood as by taxes. The breath of life has denuded our ideas…

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Ballad About Drinking – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Ballad About Drinking We had slaughtered a hundred white whales, civilization was quite forgotten, our lungs were burned out from smoking shag, but on sighting…

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The Depth – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

The Depth The bellow of a steamer in the morning woke the coniferous distances, and we stood on deck, spellbound by the Angara, gazing straight…

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Hall In Kharkov – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

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

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My Handwriting – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

My Handwriting My handwriting is not calligraphic. Not following the rules of beauty, words stagger about, reeling, as if clobbered on the jaw. But you,…

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Colours – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Colours When your face came rising above my crumpled life, the only thing I understood at first was how meager were all my possessions. But…

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Weddings – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Weddings Weddings in days of war, false cheating comfort, those hollow phrases: ‘He won’t get killed…’ On a snowbound winter road, slashed by a cruel…

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In The Wax Museum At Hamburg – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

In The Wax Museum At Hamburg Full of blocky majesty, arrogant, dock-tailed, German princes glower at the Russian communist. All the presidents, chancellors in their…

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Antedeluvian – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Antedeluvian The woman walked past Execution Block on Red Square carrying rolls of toilet paper, twenty at least, not in her arms, but on twine…

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Psychotherapy – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Psychotherapy Pain gnaws into man, lacerating with its claws. It’s deposited like salt somewhere between the vertebrae. Shout something to the crowd? That’s a lot…

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Fury – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Fury 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…

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My Universities – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

My Universities I learned not only from those who brightly beam out of golden frames, but from everyone whose ID photo didn’t come out quite…

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Career – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Career Galileo, the clergy maintained, was a pernicious and stubborn man. But time has a way of demonstrating the most stubborn are the most intelligent….

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Unrequited Love – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Unrequited Love Love unrequited is a crushing yoke; but if you see love as a game, a trophy, then unrequited love’s absurd, a joke- like…

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In Jest – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

In Jest Goodbye, fame! Put someone else in my niche. I’d swap a seat in the President’s jeep for a warm corner in a ditch…

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Alder Catkin – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Alder Catkin 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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Prologue – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Prologue I’m many-sided. I’m overworked, and idle too. I have a goal and yet I’m aimless. I don’t, all of me, fit in; I’m awkward,…

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Flowers For Grandmother – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Flowers For Grandmother I came to the cemetery in the hazy heat of autumn, where the crosses creak as they split, to my grandmother-Maria Iosefovna-…

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Murder – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Murder No one sleeps more beautifully than you. But I am afraid that you will waken just now, and touch me with an indifferent glance,…

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Black Bandillera – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Black Bandillera The flower of a fighting toro is mourning, affixed since birth. The path of a fighting toro is the arena, and later the…

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The Torments Of Conscience – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

The Torments Of Conscience We live, dying is not our business, shame is another lost episode, but like an unseen madonna, conscience is standing at…

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I’m An Angel – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

I’M An Angel I’ve stopped drinking. I love my wife. My own wife- I insist on this. Living so like an angel, I almost quote…

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Again, A Meeting – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Again, A Meeting Again a meeting, noisy, dying, half colloquium, half co-lying. Obedient hands raised to vote, is there no sob of sentiment in your…

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Pitching And Reeling – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Pitching And Reeling Here we go! We’re re-e-eling! The glass-framed instructions rip off their nails. A record player bashes you in the head with Doris…

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Final Faith – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Final Faith Is it possible that we are so twisted there is no salvation for any of us, and that ideas have become wingless in…

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Monologue Of An American Poet – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Monologue Of An American Poet A loved one leaves like air from the lungs- vapor amid the final dry snowflakes, the black branches clicking and…

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Birthday – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Birthday Mother, let me congratulate you on the birthday of your son. You worry so much about him. Here he lies, he earns little, his…

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The Mrk Of Cain – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

The Mrk Of Cain The poor pilgrims dragged themselves wearily along to Mecca through gray Syria, huddled and doubled up the pilgrims stumbled along- away…

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Idol – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Idol Down in the pine needles in the snowstorm-stogged ravine an Evenki idol stands fixing his eyes on the taiga. Aggressively squinting, he watched until…

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