Don’t disappear… If vanish from my self,
Discorporating, you will leave forever,
Betraying thus forever all your self,
The ultimate disgrace will be this ever…
Don’t disappear… To leave is easy so,
But to revive for each of us is hardship.
The death is dragging up so deep and more
The death for you is careless unkindness,
Don’t disappear… Forget third shadow now,
Just two, not three are linked by pure devotion,
And we’ll become so clean on the Doomsday,
When trumps call us to answer for emotions.
Don’t disappear… We have redeemed our sin,
Untriable are we with no restriction,
And dignity among of those will win,
Whom wounded we one time by strict addiction,
Don’t disappear, one moment more please stay,
But how can the centuries embrace us?
Wherever twin you leave in world to stand,
And twin of mine… I think in children rest by…
Don’t disappear, please give me, give your palm,
There’s my name on it, and there’s no crossing,
And that’s the fear, the fear of last our love,
That it is not the love, but fear of losses…
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- Comment from author about the poem: This a translation of the famous poem by Yevgeny Yevtushenko "Ne ischezai" (Don't disappear). The poem was written in 1977 and dedicated to Jan Butler, an Irishwoman who was married to Yevgeny Yevtushenko from 1978 to 1986. Jan Butler was an English translator of Russian literature of Irish descent. She sincerely loved Russian culture, spoke the language fluently, and translated works of Soviet writers into English, including Yuri Olesha, Fazil Iskander, Vasily Belov, and Nodar Dumbadze. In the mid-1970s, Jan Butler worked as a translator at the Soviet publishing house Progress and met Yevtushenko at a book fair in New York. The couple had two children in this marriage, Alexander and Anton. The eldest son later became a producer and director of productions for the British BBC. After the divorce, Jan maintained her respect for the great poet and came to his funeral in Moscow in 2017.
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Comments4
My friend, this hit me hard...a desperate plea to hold someone here when love alone may not be enough. The anguish is palpable throughout. Powerful poem. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Many thanks, my dear friend!
A haunting plea against the silence of losing someone, where love and fear hold the same trembling hand.
Beautifully raw—the heart here isn’t begging for forever, just one more moment.
thank you, Thomas!
A lovely translation nicely done
many thanks, sorenbarrett)
The fear of losing love.... written so gently... Love it ❤️
thank you, my dear)
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