Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Rookie (18 July 1933 / Zima Junction, Siberia)

Yevgeny Yevtushenko Poems

1. You Are Great In Love 8/18/2007
2. Wounds 8/18/2007
3. Weddings 8/18/2007
4. We Should Be Stingier 8/18/2007
5. Waiting 8/18/2007
6. Vietnam Classic 8/18/2007
7. Verlaine 8/18/2007
8. Unrequited Love 8/18/2007
9. Tomorrow's Wind 8/18/2007
10. The Torments Of Conscience 8/18/2007
11. The Mrk Of Cain 8/18/2007
12. The Mail Cutter 8/18/2007
13. The Inexpressible 8/18/2007
14. The Hut 8/17/2007
15. The Heirs Of Stalin 8/17/2007
16. The Execution Of Stenka Razin 8/17/2007
17. The Depth 8/17/2007
18. The Companion 8/17/2007
19. Psychotherapy 8/18/2007
20. Prologue 8/18/2007
21. Poetry Gives Off Smoke 8/18/2007
22. Pitching And Reeling 8/18/2007
23. Picture Of Childhood 8/18/2007
24. People 8/18/2007
25. Pasternak's Grave 8/18/2007
26. Once People 8/18/2007
27. On The Question Of Freedom 8/18/2007
28. No, I'Ll No Take Half 8/18/2007
29. My Universities 8/18/2007
30. My Handwriting 8/18/2007
31. Murder 8/18/2007
32. Monologue Of An American Poet 8/18/2007
33. Monologue Of A Polar Fox On An Alaskan Fur Farm 8/18/2007
34. Monologue Of A Broadway Actress 8/18/2007
35. Momma 8/18/2007
36. Lies 8/18/2007
37. Let's Not... 8/18/2007
38. Irpen 8/18/2007
39. Irony 8/18/2007
40. In The Wax Museum At Hamburg 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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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 hanging from her neck.
These are the necklaces of Mother Russia today!
And this woman-
my God! -was almost proud,

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