Who is Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Yevgeny Aleksandrovich Yevtushenko (Russian: Евгений Александрович Евтушенко; 18 July 1933 – 1 April 2017) was a Soviet and Russian poet. He was also a novelist, essayist, dramatist, screenwriter, publisher, actor, editor and director of several films.

Contents BiographyEarly life Yevtushenko was born Yevgeny Aleksandrovich Gangnus (he later took his mother's last name, Yevtushenko) in the Irkutsk region of Siberia in a small town called Zima on 18 July 1933 to a peasant family of noble descent. He had Russian, Baltic German,...
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Yevgeny Yevtushenko Poems

  • The Mail Cutter
    The ice had not even begun to break,
    no boat could possibly sail yet,
    but the letters lay in a pile at the post office,
    with all their requests and instructions....
  • My Universities
    I learned not only from those
    who brightly beam out of golden frames,
    but from everyone whose ID photo
    didn't come out quite right....
  • Final Faith
    Is it possible that we are so twisted
    there is no salvation for any of us,
    and that ideas have become wingless
    in an age of winged rockets? ...
  • Girl Beatnik
    This girl comes from New York
    but she does not belong.
    Along the neon lights, this girl
    runs away from herself....
  • Assignation
    No, No! Believe me!
    I've come to the wrong place!
    I've made a god-awful mistake! Even the glass
    in my hand's an accident, ...
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Modern Love Xxxii: Full Faith I Have
 by George Meredith

Full faith I have she holds that rarest gift
To beauty, Common Sense. To see her lie
With her fair visage an inverted sky
Bloom-covered, while the underlids uplift,
Would almost wreck the faith; but when her mouth
(Can it kiss sweetly? sweetly!) would address
The inner me that thirsts for her no less,
And has so long been languishing in drouth,

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