Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Rookie (18 July 1933 / Zima Junction, Siberia)

Yevgeny Yevtushenko Poems

41. Flowers For Grandmother 8/17/2007
42. Here Is What... 8/17/2007
43. The Depth 8/17/2007
44. Girl Beatnik 8/17/2007
45. Unrequited Love 8/18/2007
46. Fears 8/17/2007
47. Fury 8/17/2007
48. Waiting 8/18/2007
49. The Heirs Of Stalin 8/17/2007
50. A Meeting In Copenhagen 8/18/2007
51. The Hut 8/17/2007
52. Final Faith 8/17/2007
53. Picture Of Childhood 8/18/2007
54. Ballad About False Beacons 8/17/2007
55. Glasha, Bride Of The Sea 8/17/2007
56. The Companion 8/17/2007
57. Psychotherapy 8/18/2007
58. Birthday 8/17/2007
59. Lies 8/18/2007
60. The Torments Of Conscience 8/18/2007
61. Babii Yar 8/17/2007
62. Boots 8/17/2007
63. Alder Catkin 8/15/2007
64. Dwarf Birches 8/17/2007
65. Envy 8/17/2007
66. Irony 8/18/2007
67. People 8/18/2007
68. Career 8/17/2007
69. Conversation With An American Writer 8/17/2007
70. Being Late 8/17/2007
71. Don't Disappear 8/17/2007
72. Breaking Up 8/17/2007
73. Ballad About Drinking 8/17/2007
74. Colours 8/17/2007
75. Humor 8/17/2007

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

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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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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