Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Rookie (18 July 1933 / Zima Junction, Siberia)

Yevgeny Yevtushenko Poems

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