People Poem by Yevgeny Yevtushenko


Rating: 2.8

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 obscurity
making his friends in that obscurity
obscurity is not uninteresting.

To each his world is private
and in that world one excellent minute.

And in that world one tragic minute
These are private.

In any man who dies there dies with him
his first snow and kiss and fight
it goes with him.

There are left books and bridges
and painted canvas and machinery
Whose fate is to survive.

But what has gone is also not nothing:
by the rule of the game something has gone.
Not people die but worlds die in them.

Whom we knew as faulty, the earth's creatures
Of whom, essentially, what did we know?

Brother of a brother? Friend of friends?
Lover of lover?

We who knew our fathers
in everything, in nothing.

They perish. They cannot be brought back.
The secret worlds are not regenerated.

And every time again and again
I make my lament against destruction.

coco goat 19 July 2022

i like genshin impact like if you do too

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luke emia 18 July 2022

L + bozo + fell off + git gud + ratio +

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nothon korl 06 October 2021

i want to kms

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luke emia 18 July 2022

no balls

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jeffrison 23 April 2019

this poem made me cry take it DOWN RIGHT THIS SECOND, please. kind regards jeffrison

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luke emia 18 July 2022


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Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Zima Junction, Siberia
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