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‘People’: A Poem by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

No people are uninteresting.

Their destinies are like histories of planets.

Nothing in them is not particular,

and no planet is like another.

Yevgeny Yevtushenko

And if someone lives in obscurity,

befriending that obscurity,

he is interesting to people

by his very obscurity.

 

 

Everyone has his own secret, private world.

In that world is a finest moment.

In that world is a tragic hour,

but it is all unknown to us.

 

And if someone dies

there dies with him his first snow,

and first kiss, and first fight.

He takes it all with him.

 

Yes, books and bridges remain,

and painted canvas and machinery,

yes, much is sentenced to remain,

but something really departs all the same!

 

Such is the law of the pitiless game.

It’s not people who die, but worlds.

We remember people, sinful and earthly.

But what did we know, in essence, about them?

 

What do we know of brothers, of friends?

What do we know of our one and only?

And about our own fathers,

knowing everything, we know nothing.

 

They perish. They cannot be brought back.

Their secret worlds are not regenerated.

And every time I want again

to cry out against the unretrievableness.

 

Yevgeny Aleksandrovich Yevtushenko (born 18 July 1932) is a Soviet and Russian poet. He is also a novelist, essayist, dramatist, screenwriter, actor, editor, and a director of several films…

 

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