I soon had a thorough understanding of the rules. For a poem to go through there had to be a few lines devoted to [ ]
-Yevtushenko, p. 68, A Precocious Autobiography
Call Me by the Post-Colonial Things We Carried Without Borders in the Boat in the Twilight Garden of our Being Unsilencing the Silent Voices Songs of Our Powerful People Aimlessly in Fire New and Selected Hopes To Change Your Life Forever Becoming the Healing You Always Wanted to Be in the Emptiness Within While Searching the Soul of the Underself in Quest of Anti-hierarchy For Elegies of the Lover Who Never Was But Who Might Be on the Silences of Screaming Wings in a Rhapsody of a Plangent Tangent of Voided Meanings at the End of the Rainbow World When a Golden Sickle Pierced the Sighings of the Moon in Your Shivering Hand Leaves in the Exiled Gentleness of Barbed Wire Pillows Comforting Your Cerulean Soul-Quest of Meaningful Meaninglessness adrift in the Writhing
Arms of your Powerful Weakness as a Twinkling Pancreas Vaults Ambition Through Disconnected Quotes from Shakespeare Who was My Soul-Twin Aflame with Passionless Passion for a Forbidden Vegetable Incarnadining the Cosmic Cypress of Your Unattainable Body Through the Music of the Trapezoids as the Forbidden Kiss of Life