A Cloud In Trousers - Epilogue Poem by Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky

A Cloud In Trousers - Epilogue

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Your thoughts,
dreaming on a softened brain,
like an over-fed lackey on a greasy settee,
with my heart's bloody tatters I'll mock again;
impudent and caustic, I'll jeer to superfluity.

Of Grandfatherly gentleness I'm devoid,
there's not a single grey hair in my soul!
Thundering the world with the might of my voice,
I go by - handsome,
twenty-two-year-old.

Gentle ones!
You lay your love on a violin.
The crude lay their love on a drum.
but you can't, like me, turn inside out entirely,
and nothing but human lips become!

Out of chintz-covered drawing-rooms, come
and learn-
decorous bureaucrats of angelic leagues.

and you whose lips are calmly thumbed,
as a cook turns over cookery-book leaves.

If you like-
I'll be furiously 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!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Robert 08 July 2020

Isn't this what is called the вступление? It's the introduction, isn't it? Not an epilogu but a prologue.

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Nicole Settimi 15 June 2018

Excellent penning! I enjoy the rythym without full circle rhymes, also the first few lines: with my heart's tatters I'll mock again; impudent and caustic, I'll jeer to superfluity.

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