Word: poetes
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...weather is clear and warm; Tell me-it's true that Spring is here?" THIS old Russian poem, remembered in rough translation through the years since his childhood in Moscow, inspired Cover Artist Boris Chaliapin to create the background for this week's cover portrait of Soviet Poet Evgeny Evtushenko. And it was, in another sense, a search for the answer to the question "Is spring really there?" that prompted TIME to set out on a cover story about Russia's new generation...
...personal story of Poet Evtushenko and his family was gathered by Moscow Bureau Chief Edmund Stevens, a native of Colorado who has worked for many years in Russia, is fluent in Russian, and ranks as the senior U.S. correspondent on the Moscow scene. When Reporter Stevens appeared at Poet Evtushenko's apartment for the first interview, the poet greeted him with a cool and quizzical hello. But that first interview lasted until 4 o'clock in the morning, beginning in the living room-study of the poet's two-room flat, and going on in the kitchen...
Siberian Roots. Poets in particular have won greater latitude than they have enjoyed since the early, heady days of the Revolution. From medieval times, when illiterate peasants listened spellbound to wandering "reciters," the intellectual Russians have always revered poets above potentates. Among them-from Pushkin, who died "invoking freedom in an age of fear," to Pasternak, who, at the cost of much personal bravery, was almost the only writer of his generation to deride Stalin's shibboleths-have been Russia's most impassioned foes of injustice. Evgeny Evtushenko, the most famed and gifted young poet in Russia today...
...Zhenya," as handsome, 28-year-old Evtushenko is invariably called, started out where many another Russan poet has ended-in Siberia. The blond, beanpole-tall (6 ft. 3 in.) poet comes of Ukrainian, Tartar and Latvian stock that has never, he grins, "been collectivized." Though he likes to be taken for a country boy, he is a Muscovite by upbringing and accent, and his background rubs off on his sophisticated, often colloquial poetic style. His deep appeal lies in a rare faculty for sensing-and transmitting-the doubts and yearnings of a generation that has lost its illusions...
...what the journalists write about. But look around: what everyone's worrying about is how to grab off more for himself." The young idolize Fidel Castro, whose revolution in their eyes embodies the authentic ideological fervor that has gone from their own. This vision was heightened by Poet Evtushenko, who visited Cuba last year and in Pravda proclaimed: "Revolution may be grim but not, goddamit, dull...