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

Comments about Yevgeny Yevtushenko

  • Yevtushenko wrote a poem for Kent State (11/17/2018 5:47:00 PM)

    Where is his poem Flowers & Bullets written for my sister Allison Krause? He wrote it in May 1970.

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Best Poem of 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 your face cast a peculiar glow
on forests, seas, and rivers,
initiating into the colors of the world
uninitiated me.
I’m so afraid, I’m so afraid,
the unexpected dawn might end,
ending the discoveries, tears, and raptures,
but I refuse to fight this fear.
This fear-I understand-
is love itself. I cherish this fear,
not knowing how to cherish,
I, careless guardian of my love.
This fear has ringed me ...

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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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