Vladimir Mayakovsky

Our March

Beat the squares with the tramp of rebels! Higher, rangers of haughty heads! We’ll wash the world with a second deluge, Now’s the hour whose coming it dreads. Too slow, the wagon of years,

My most respected comrades of posterity! Rummaging among these days’ petrified crap, Exploring the twilight of our times, You, possibly, will inquire about me too. And, possibly, your scholars will declare, With their erudition

Back Home

Thoughts, go your way home. Embrace, depths of the soul and the sea. In my view, it is stupid To be always serene. My cabin is the worst of all cabins – All night

Call To Account!

The drum of war thunders and thunders. It calls: thrust iron into the living. From every country Slave after slave Are thrown onto bayonet steel. For the sake of what? The earth shivers Hungry

To All and Everything

No. It can’t be. No! You too, beloved? Why? What for? Darling, look – I came, I brought flowers, But, but… I never took Silver spoons from your drawer! Ashen-faced, I staggered down five

Past One O'Clock

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 I have no cause to wake or trouble you. And,

Conversation with Comrade Lenin

Awhirl with events, packed with jobs one too many, The day slowly sinks as the night shadows fall. There are two in the room: I and Lenin- A photograph on the whiteness of wall.

My Soviet Passport

I’d tear like a wolf at bureaucracy. For mandates my respect’s but the slightest. To the devil himself I’d chuck without mercy Every red-taped paper. But this… Down the long front of coupés and

You

You came – Determined, Because I was large, Because I was roaring, But on close inspection You saw a mere boy. You seized And snatched away my heart And began To play with it

Attitude To A Miss

That night was to decide If she and I Were to be lovers. Under cover Of darkness No one would see, you see. I bent over her, it’s the truth, And as I did,