When truth is replaced by silence,the silence is a lie.

Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Mots clés truth lies silence censorship lying



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How can the confessor teach/ those who are lost and sick at heart,/ when he himself, among the sinners,/ is worst, and most forsaken?/ It is only a game we play/ with other people's sins./ Besides, everyone knows/ that everyone lies confessing.

Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Mots clés poetry sinners sins confessor russian



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And how I flattered myself
From time to time with proving to myself
Nothing in you could be unknown to me.
You don't belong to the mind's calculations,
And you disproved each of my demonstrations,
Since to be unexpected is your truth.

Yevgeny Yevtushenko


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no one sleeps more beautifully than you. But i am afraid that you will waken just now, and touch me with an indifferent glance, lightly passing, and commit the murder of beauty.

Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Mots clés murder



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But history is that rare woman who doesn't like to look at herself in the mirror. History, when she finds herself in front of one, wipes and wipes its surface at though in this way she might change her face to something better

Yevgeny Yevtushenko


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He who is conceived in a cage yearns for the cage.

Yevgeny Yevtushenko


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So come sei con me.
Di là da quella soglia, come sei?

Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Mots clés poesia



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Be equal to your talent, not your age. At times let the gap between them be embarrassing.

Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Mots clés inspirational talents



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In any man who dies there dies with him, his first snow and kiss and fight. Not people die but worlds die in them.

Yevgeny Yevtushenko


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My love will come
will fling open her arms and fold me in them,
will understand my fears, observe my changes.
In from the pouring dark, from the pitch night
without stopping to bang the taxi door
she’ll run upstairs through the decaying porch
burning with love and love’s happiness,
she’ll run dripping upstairs, she won’t knock,
will take my head in her hands,
and when she drops her overcoat on a chair,
it will slide to the floor in a blue heap.

Yevgeny Yevtushenko


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