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


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, “People”
translated by Boris Dralyuk
#everynightapoem #poetry #translation

@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)!