Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky Poems

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She loves me-loves me not.
My hands I pick
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Violin was torn to pieces begging,
And then broke out in tears
So childishly,
That Drum couldn't handle it any longer,
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Some words.
Heavy as a blow.
'Render unto Caesar what is Caesar's- to God what is God's.'
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I will sew myself black trousers
from the velvet of my voice.
And from three yards of sunset, a yellow blouse.
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You think malaria makes me delirious?

It happened.
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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;
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Tobacco smoke has consumed the air.
The room
is a chapter in Kruchenykh's inferno.
Remember -
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Listen,
if stars are lit
it means - there is someone who needs it.
It means - someone wants them to be,
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You have passed, as they say, into worlds elsewhere.
Emptiness...
Fly, cutting your way into starry dubiety.
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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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