April282010
"[…]
Hold out, meditate, listen.
Explore. Explore. Travel the world over.
Count happiness connatural to the mind
more than truth is, and yet
no happiness to exist with out it.
Walk with a cold pride
utterly ahead
wild attentive eyes
head flicked by the rain-wet
green needles of the pine
eyelashes that shine
with tears and with thunders.
Love people.
Love entertains its own discrimination.
Have me in mind, I shall be watching.
You can return to me.
Now go.’
I went, and I am still going."
— From the end of Yevgeny Yevtushenko’s amazing poem ‘Zima Junction’, an ode to his birthplace in Russia.
