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I learned not only from those	A
who brightly beam out of golden frames	B
but from everyone whose ID photo	C
didn't come out quite right	D
More than from Tolstoy	E
I learned from blind beggars	F
who sang in train cars about Count Tolstoy	E
From barracks	G
I learned more than from Pasternak	H
and my verse style was hot 'barracko'	H
I took lessons on Yesenin	I
in snack bars from invalids of war	J
who tore their striped sailor shirts	K
after spilling out their plain secrets	L
Mayakovsky's stepped verse	M
didn't give me as much	N
as the dirty steps of staircases	O
with handrails polished by kids' pants	P
I learned in Zima Junction	I
from my most untalkative Grannies	Q
not to be afraid of cuts scratches	R
and various other scrapes	S
I learned from dead end streets that smell of cats	T
from crooked spattered lanes	U
to be sharper than a knife	V
more ordinary than a cigarette butt	W
Empty lots were my shepherds	X
Waiting lines my nursing mothers	F
I learned from all the young toughs	Y
who gave me a whipping	H
I learned	Z
from pale faced harried hacks	A2
with fatal content in their verse	M
and empty content in their pockets	L
I learned from all the oddballs in attics	B2
from the dress cutter Alka	H
who kissed me	C2
in the dark of a communal kitchen	I
I was put together out of the birthmarks of the Motherland	D2
from scratches and scars	E2
cradles and cemeteries	Q
hovels and temples	F2
My first globe was a rag ball	G2
without foreign threads	H2
with brick crumbs sticking to it	I2
and when I forced my way to	J2
the real globe	K2
I saw it was also made of scraps	L2
and also subject to blows	A
And I cursed the bloody soccer game	M2
where they play with the planet without refs or rules	N2
and any tiny scrap of the planet	W
which I touched	O2
I celebrated	P2
I went round the planet	W
as if it were a gigantic Zima Station	I
and I learned from the wrinkles of old women	I
now Vietnamese now Peruvian	I
I learned folk wisdom	Q2
taught by the worldwide poor and scum	Q2
the Eskimo's smell for ice	R2
and the Italian's smiling non despair	S2
I learned from Harlem	Q2
not to consider poverty poor	T2
like a Black	H
whose face is only painted white	D
And I understood that the majority bends	U2
its neck on behalf of others	F
and in the wrinkles of those necks	V2
the minority hides as if in trenches	O
I am branded with the brand of the majority	C2
I want to be their food and shelter	W2
I am the name of all without names	B
I am a writer for all who don't write	D
I am a writer	W2
created by readers	F
and readers are created by me	C2
My debt has been paid	X2
Here I am	Y2
your creator and your creation	I
an anthology of you	J2
a second edition of your lives	Z2
I stand more naked than Adam	Q2
rejecting court tailors	F
the embodiment of imperfections	A3
yours and my own	I
I stand on the ruins	A3
of loves I destroyed	B3
The ashes of friendships and hopes	C3
coldly fly through my fingers	F
Choking on muteness	F
and the last man to get in line	I
I would die for any one of you	J2
because each of you is my homeland	D2
I am dying from love	D3
and I howl with pain like a wolf	E3
If I despise you	J2
I despise myself even more	J
I could fail without you	J2
Help me to be my real self	F3
not to stoop to pride	G3
not to fall into heaven	I
I am a shopping bag stuffed	H3
with all the world's shoppers	F
I am everybody's photographer	W2
a paparazzo of the infamous	F
I am your common portrait	W
where so much remains to be painted	P2
Your faces are my Louvre	H
my private Prado	C
I am like a video player	W2
whose cassettes are loaded with you	J2
I am an attempt at diaries by others	F
and an attempt at a worldwide newspaper	W2
You have written yourself	F3
with my tooth marked pen	I
I don't want to teach you	J2
I want to learn from you	J2
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Translated by Antonina W Bouis Albert C Todd and Yevgeny Yevtushenko	C

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