Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky Poems

I promptly smeared the map of daily
With splashing paint in one quick motion
I have displayed on a tray of jelly
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Thoughts, go your way home.
Embrace,
depths of the soul and the sea.
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I blurred at once the chart of trite routine
by splashing paint with one swift motion.
I showed upon a plate of brawny glutin
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A hundred suns the sunset fired,
into July summer shunted,
it was so hot,
even heat perspired-
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I suddenly smeared the weekday map
splashing paint from a glass;
On a plate of aspic
I revealed
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Past one o'clock. You must have gone to bed.
The Milky Way streams silver through the night.
I'm in no hurry; with lightning telegrams
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Glorify me!
For me the great are no match.
Upon every achievement
I stamp nihil
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Maria! Maria! Maria!
Let me in, Maria!
I can't suffer the streets!
You won't?
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Ah, wherefrom this,
how explain this
brandishing of dirty fists
at bright joy!
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As they say,
'the incident is closed.'
The love boat
wrecked by daily life
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