Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Rookie (18 July 1933 / Zima Junction, Siberia)

Yevgeny Yevtushenko Poems

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

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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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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
as all the Jewish people.
Now I seem to be
a Jew.
Here I plod through ancient Egypt.
Here I perish crucified, on the cross,

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