There are no boring people in this world.
Each fate is like the history of a planet.

โ€“
When people die, they do not die alone.
They die along with their first kiss,
first combat
They take away their first day in the snow

-Yevgeny Yevtushenko, โ€œPeopleโ€
translated by Boris Dralyuk
#everynightapoem #poetry #translation

@chowleen When I close my eyes
My lids make no sound
And darkness
Is all around

@chowleen
Thanks a lot!

That's exactly the thought I always have - what cosmos disappears into nothingness (?) when a person dies.

This form of cosmology is also comforting - for us the living, who regularly compare and judge ourselves.

Ps.: to the last stanza of the poem:

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2017/may/06/saturday-poem-there-are-no-boring-people-yevgeny-yevtushenko-boris-dralyuk

The Saturday poem: There are no boring people in this world

by Yevgeny Yevtushenko 1932-2017,by Yevgeny Yevtushenko 1932-2017, translated by Boris Dralyuk translated by Boris Dralyuk

The Guardian
@Mulgrew thank you - I saw I cut off the last stanza in the photo by accident (it's in the ALT)!
@chowleen I had the great privilege to see Yevgeny perform his epic poem Babi Yar and other works when I was a sophomore studying 1st year Russian in college. The words were beyond my ability, but his passion was unforgettable. It was a valuable lesson. Devoid of comprehension, the human voice carries meaning that is universal - a vocal concerto of vowels, consonants, and emotion.
@chowleen Here's a link to Yevgeny's performance in 2011 on YouTube with musical intro by Shostakovich inspired by Babi Yar.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJEGrgdGzPE
Yevgeny Yevtushenko Recites Babi Yar

YouTube
@chowleen A news channel that devoted one minute to each person's story and never repeated a person would never run out of material. It would also probably be less expensive but harder work than the current chasing after the scoop, then endlessly repeating the stale scoop.
@chowleen ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป thank you for sharing. Absolutely beautiful.