Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Rookie (18 July 1933 / Zima Junction, Siberia)

Yevgeny Yevtushenko Poems

1. We Should Be Stingier 8/18/2007
2. In Jest 8/18/2007
3. My Universities 8/18/2007
4. Pasternak's Grave 8/18/2007
5. Irpen 8/18/2007
6. The Mrk Of Cain 8/18/2007
7. In The Wax Museum At Hamburg 8/18/2007
8. Vietnam Classic 8/18/2007
9. The Inexpressible 8/18/2007
10. Verlaine 8/18/2007
11. Monologue Of A Polar Fox On An Alaskan Fur Farm 8/18/2007
12. Tomorrow's Wind 8/18/2007
13. Pitching And Reeling 8/18/2007
14. My Handwriting 8/18/2007
15. Prologue 8/18/2007
16. The Execution Of Stenka Razin 8/17/2007
17. Weddings 8/18/2007
18. Psychotherapy 8/18/2007
19. Monologue Of An American Poet 8/18/2007
20. On The Question Of Freedom 8/18/2007
21. Assignation 8/17/2007
22. Poetry Gives Off Smoke 8/18/2007
23. No, I'Ll No Take Half 8/18/2007
24. Once People 8/18/2007
25. Momma 8/18/2007
26. Again, A Meeting 8/15/2007
27. Let's Not... 8/18/2007
28. Murder 8/18/2007
29. Eight Year Old Poet 8/17/2007
30. Antedeluvian 8/17/2007
31. I Dreamed I Already 8/17/2007
32. Disbelief In Yourself Is Indispensable 8/17/2007
33. Monologue Of A Broadway Actress 8/18/2007
34. Idol 8/17/2007
35. Black Bandillera 8/17/2007
36. Wounds 8/18/2007
37. The Depth 8/17/2007
38. Girl Beatnik 8/17/2007
39. Hall In Kharkov 8/17/2007
40. The Mail Cutter 8/18/2007
Best Poem of Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Humor

Tsars, Kings, Emperors,
sovereigns of all the earth,
have commanded many a parade,
but they could not command humor.
When Aesop, the tramp, came visiting
the palaces of eminent personages
ensconced in sleek comfort all day,
they struck him as paupers.
In houses, where hypocrites have
left the smear of their puny feet,
there Hodja-Nasr-ed-Din, with his jests,
swept clean all meanness
like a board of chessmen!
They tried to commission humor-
but humor is not to be bought!
They tried to murder humor,
but humor thumbed his nose at them! ...

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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 from me.
I made an appointment with Faulkner-
but they made me go to a banquet.
I made an appointment with history,
but a grass-widow dragged me into bed.
Worse than barbed wire

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