Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky
Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky Poems
- A Cloud In Trousers - Part I You think malaria makes me ...
- Past One O'Clock 1 She loves me-loves me not. My hands I ...
- Listen! Listen, if stars are lit it means - there is ...
- Lilichka Tobacco smoke has consumed the air. The room is a ...
- To Sergei Esenin You have passed, as they say, into worlds ...
- Violin And A Little Nervous Violin was torn to pieces ...
- At The Top Of My Voice My most respected comrades of ...
Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky (Влади́мир Влади́мирович Маяко́вский) (July 19 [O.S. July 7] 1893 – April 14, 1930) was a Russian and Soviet poet and playwright, among the foremost representatives of early-20th century Russian Futurism.
The 1912 Futurist publication A Slap in the Face of Public Tastecontained Mayakovsky's first published poems: Night and Morning]. Because of their political activities, Burlyuk and Mayakovsky were expelled from the Moscow Art School in 1914.
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A Cloud In Trousers - Part I
You think malaria makes me delirious?
In Odessa it happened.
'I'll come at four,' Maria promised.
Then the evening
turned its back on the windows
and plunged into grim night,
At my decrepit back
the candelabras guffawed and whinnied.
You would not recognise me now:
a bulging bulk of sinews,
What can such a clod desire?
Though a clod, many things!
The self does not care
whether one is cast of bronze