Annals of Love 21: I wouldn’t believe a word of this if the poet were not Russian

 

Waiting
Yevgeny Yevtushenko

From The Collected Poems: 1952-1990, published by Henry Holt and Company, 1991.

Yevgeny Yevtushenko, 1932-2017, Russian

 

 

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My love will come
will fling open her arms and fold me in them,
will understand my fears, observe my changes.

 

In from the pouring dark, from the pitch night
without stopping to bang the taxi door
she’ll run upstairs through the decaying porch
burning with love and love’s happiness,

 

she’ll run dripping upstairs, she won’t knock,
will take my head in her hands,
and when she drops her overcoat on a chair,
it will slide to the floor in a blue heap.

 

 

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 Untitled (Involvement Series), 1968 oil on canvas; 

Wanda Pimentel, born 1943, Brazilian.

  Exhibited in the International POP exhibition at the Philadelphia Art Museum in 2016.