Friday, November 02, 2007
"I don't call it political poetry, I call it human rights poetry; the poetry which defends human conscience as the greatest spiritual value," he says in a recent interview with The Associated Press at his home in Tulsa.
At the height of his fame, Yevtushenko read his work in packed soccer stadiums and arenas. There was a recital in 1972 in New York's Madison Square Garden, the audience of 27,000 in Mexico City and the crowd of 200,000 in 1991 who came to listen during a failed coup attempt in Russia.
Wow. Most of us poets can only dream of audiences like this.
A link to the poem "Babi Yar" here.
Off to Florida for a medical conference. I hope the hurricane winds have finished there. And I hope there is sun and a pool and a margarita waiting for me.
See you in a few days.