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. Pasternak's Grave 8/18/2007
8. Irpen 8/18/2007
9. In The Wax Museum At Hamburg 8/18/2007
10. Prologue 8/18/2007
11. Tomorrow's Wind 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. Again, A Meeting 8/15/2007
17. Weddings 8/18/2007
18. Psychotherapy 8/18/2007
19. Assignation 8/17/2007
20. The Execution Of Stenka Razin 8/17/2007
21. Monologue Of A Polar Fox On An Alaskan Fur Farm 8/18/2007
22. No, I'Ll No Take Half 8/18/2007
23. Once People 8/18/2007
24. My Handwriting 8/18/2007
25. Momma 8/18/2007
26. Monologue Of An American Poet 8/18/2007
27. Murder 8/18/2007
28. Antedeluvian 8/17/2007
29. Monologue Of A Broadway Actress 8/18/2007
30. Let's Not... 8/18/2007
31. Eight Year Old Poet 8/17/2007
32. Idol 8/17/2007
33. Black Bandillera 8/17/2007
34. Wounds 8/18/2007
35. Hall In Kharkov 8/17/2007
36. The Mail Cutter 8/18/2007
37. Flowers For Grandmother 8/17/2007
38. You Are Great In Love 8/18/2007
39. Here Is What... 8/17/2007
40. Picture Of Childhood 8/18/2007
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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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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