Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky

(1893-1930 / Russia)

Best Poem of Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky

Past One O'Clock

1

She loves me-loves me not.
My hands I pick
and having broken my fingers
fling away.
So the first daisy-heads
one happens to flick
are plucked,
and guessing,
scattered into May.
Let a cut and shave
reveal my grey hairs.
Let the silver of the years
ring out endlessly !
Shameful common sense -
I hope, I swear -
Will never come
to me.

2

It's already two.
No doubt, you've gone to sleep.
In the night
The Milky Way
with silver filigrees.
I don't hurry,
and there is no point in me
waking and disturbing ...

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From Street To Street

The boule-
vard.
Bull-
dogs
of years
your faces
grow steely.
Steel horses
steal the first cubes

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