A poet's autobiography is his poetry. Anything else is just a footnote.
Envy is an insult to oneself.
Sorrow happens, hardship happens, the hell with it, who never knew the price of happiness, will not be happy
Justice is like a train that is nearly always late
Poetry is like a bird, it ignores all frontiers
Time has a way of demonstrating that the most stubborn are the most intelligent
In any man who dies there dies with him, his first snow and kiss and fight. Not people die but worlds die in them.
Why is it that right-wing bastards always stand shoulder to shoulder in solidarity, while liberals fall out among themselves?
No, Stalin did not die. He thinks that death can be fixed. We removed him from the mausoleum. But how do we remove Stalin from Stalin's heirs?
He who is conceived in a cage yearns for the cage.
When truth is replaced by silence,the silence is a lie.
How can the confessor teach/ those who are lost and sick at heart,/ when he himself, among the sinners,/ is worst, and most forsaken?/ It is only a game we play/ with other people's sins./ Besides, everyone knows/ that everyone lies confessing.
no one sleeps more beautifully than you. But i am afraid that you will waken just now, and touch me with an indifferent glance, lightly passing, and commit the murder of beauty.
No people are uninteresting. Their fate is like the chronicle of planets. Nothing in them is not particular, and planet is dissimilar from planet.
In general, in poetry and literature, I am among those people who believe that too much is indispensable.
I love sport because I love life, and sport is one of the basic joys of life.
Only when the sense of the pain of others begins does man begin.
So on and on we walked without thinking of rest passing craters, passing fire, under the rocking sky of '41 tottering crazy on its smoking columns.
The hell with it. Who never knew the price of happiness will not be happy.
Literature has to serve as a moral control of politics.
Over Babiy Yar there are no memorials. The steep hillside like a rough inscription. I am frightened. Today I am as old as the Jewish race.
Give me a mystery - just a plain and simple one - a mystery which is diffidence and silence, a slim little bare-foot mystery: give me a mystery - just one!
In Russia all tyrants believe poets to be their worst enemies.