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

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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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Alder Catkin

Whenever the wind
drops an alder catkin into my palm,
or a cuckoo calls merrily,
with trains screaming by,
I fall to reflecting,
and struggle to grasp life’s meaning,
and, as usual, arrive
at the place where it slips from my grasp.
Reducing oneself

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