Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky

(1893-1930 / Russia)

Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky Poems

And Could You?

I suddenly smeared the weekday map
splashing paint from a glass;
On a plate of aspic
I revealed
the ocean's slanted cheek.
On the scales of a tin fish
I read the summons of new lips.
And you
could you perform
a nocturne on a drainpipe flute?

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