Yevgeny Yevtushenko - Poet - deceased.

By Maggie Trout | Apr 01, 2017

Was it a dream

Was I standing in the dark

looking in on a well-lit room

at the dark bearded bespectacled Buddha

with light rays shooting from his head and mouth

and supplicants at his feet

"You know, that's Allen Ginsberg in there"

yeah yeah yeah

Allen Ginsberg, Vietnam, protests

privileged kids

not knowing they were such

panhandling on street corners

in hippie attire

now infusing their blood

with Ginsbergian plasma

not understanding the

difference of having the cost of admission

yeah yeah yeah... poet.

I was a junior or senior in a suburban Syracuse high school when a teacher arranged for students to take the long trip to Buffalo and back to hear the Iron Curtain-breaking poet, Yevgeny Yevtushenko.  This was such an important event that the auditorium was filled prior to our arrival and the university had to set up a monitor in a nearby room to accommodate the audience overflow.  Neither the wall, nor the monitor detracted from the experience of Yevtushenko's power.  Neither did not understanding the beautiful Russian language, for his expressive reading conveyed the meaning, even when not translated.  Yevtushenko had made his residence in Oklahoma for years, and was an active faculty member at the university until his death on April 1st.

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