Just Life <3

Once People – by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Once people get under my skin,
they never find the exit.
They romp around,
fill my insides with their song and dance,
make lots of noise, using my dumbness as their cover-up.
I’m full to bursting with wise men
and fools- they’ve utterly exhausted me!
So much so that my skin’s
quite worn through
by their heels, rubbing from inside!
Give me a chance to breathe!
It’s all impossible!
I’m stuffed to the gills
with those who’ve brought me so much joy
as well as those who’ve given most offence.
What has come over me?
What can I do with this great throng
stuck in my own small heart-
police are needed to keep order there!
I’ve gone a little cracked,
for there, in that secluded shade,
I’ve dropped none of the women
and none of them’s dropped me!
It’s awkward to revive dead friendships
however much you tire yourself with trying.
The only friends I’ve lost
were on the outside,
but of those inside I’ve lost nobody.
All the people in my life I’ve quarreled with,
or made friends with,
or only shaken hands with,
have merged in a new life under the old one’s skin-
a secret conflagration without flame.
The repossession of the unpossessable
is like a waterfall that rushes upward.
Those who have died
have been born again in me,
those who have not been born as yet
cry out.
My population is too large,
beyond the strength of just one man-
but then, a person would be incomplete
if he contained no others.

Yevtushenko has imparted a beautiful  poem. There can be so many interpretations? Please share what you feel it’s about. It’s concerning people and their attitude, that’s for sure. Now is he stating everything he’s learnt along the way? Some sentences make it seem as if he felt disconcerted, when he questions himself.

The only friends I’ve lost
were on the outside,
but of those inside I’ve lost nobody

is this referring to friends who weren’t loyal? Those who wore a mask? Or that he only trusts in himself? Ahh too many ideas and that is why I adore poetry.

Love your Prinny

 

P.S my favourite line – ” The repossession of the unpossessable ” – ahh it gives me the chills ❤

 

Thanks Sweetie

 

 

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