Vladimir Mayakovsky
Vladimir Mayakovsky
Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovskywas a Russian Soviet poet, playwright, artist and stage and film actor...
delight life-is this-life
Our planet is poorly equipped for delight. One must snatch gladness from the days that are. In this life it's not difficult to die. To make life is more difficult by far.
sunset men clouds
If you like I'll be furious flesh elemental, or- changing to tones that the sunset arouses- if you like- I'll be extraordinary gentle, not a man but - a cloud in trousers.
sky communism plunge
But I, from poetry's skies, plunge into communism, because without it I feel no love.
theatre coffins legs
I understand the power and the alarm of words - Not those that they applaud from theatre-boxes, but those which make coffins break from bearers and on their four oak legs walk right away.
sky lines towns
In our language rhyme is a barrel. A barrel of dynamite. The line is a fuse. The line smoulders to the end and explodes; and the town is blown sky-high in a stanza.
rude soul pavement
On the pavement of my trampled soul the steps of madmen weave the prints of rude crude words.