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Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky (/ˌmɑːjəˈkɔːfski, -ˈkɒf-/; Russian: Владимир Владимирович Маяковский; 19 July [O.S. 7 July] 1893 – 14 April 1930) was a Russian Soviet poet, playwright, artist, and actor.

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Our planet is poorly equipped for delight. One must snatch gladness from the days that are. In this life it's not difficult to die. To make life is more difficult by far.

Days, Delight, Equipped, Life Is, Poorly, This Life

In the church of my heart the choir is on fire

Choir, Church, Fire, Heart

On I’ll pass, dragging my huge love behind me. On what feverish night, deliria-ridden, by what Goliaths was I begot – I, so big and by no one needed?

Big, Delirium, Dragging, Goliath, Night

If you like I'll be furious 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.

Changing, Clouds, Men, Sunset, Tones, Trousers

Formerly I believed books were made like this: a poet came, lightly opened his lips, and the inspired fool burst into song – if you please! But it seems, before they can launch a song, poets must tramp for days with callused feet, and the sluggish fish of the imagination flounders softly in the slush of the heart. And while, with twittering rhymes, they boil a broth of loves and nightingales, the tongueless street merely writhes for lack of something to shout or say

Book, Heart, Lips, Song, Tramp

Too slow, the wagons of years, The oxen of days--too glum. Our god is the god of speed, Our heart--our battle-drum.

God, Heart, Oxen, Slow, Speed, Years

But I, from poetry's skies, plunge into communism, because without it I feel no love.

Communism, Love, Plunge, Skies, Sky

Listen! If stars are lit It means there is someone who needs it, It means someone wants them to be, That someone deems those specks of spit Magnificent!

Mean, Needs, Specks, Spit, Stars

A line is a fuse that's lit. The line smolders, the rhyme explodes— and by a stanza a city is blown to bits.

Bits, Cities, Fuse, Lines, Rhyme, Smolders

I understand the power and the alarm of words - Not those that they applaud from theatre-boxes, but those which make coffins break from bearers and on their four oak legs walk right away.

Alarms, Break, Coffins, Four, Right, Theatre

My verse has brought me no roubles to spare: no craftsmen have made mahogany chairs for my house.

Craftsman, House, Mahogany, Poetry, Spare

If an American is motoring on his own, he (the paragon of morality and chastity) will slow down and stop beside every solitary pretty female pedestrian, bare his teeth in a big smile, and tempt her into his car with a wild roll of the eyes. A lady who fails to appreciate his passion will qualify as an idiot who doesn't realise how lucky she is to have the opportunity of getting to know the owner of this 100-horse-power motor car.

American, Eye, Horse, Know, Passion, Realise

To us love says humming that the heart's stalled motor has begun working again.

Heart, Humming, Motor, Says, Stalled

There’s no grandfatherly fondness in me, There are no gray hairs in my soul! Shaking the world with my voice and grinning, I pass you by, - handsome, Twentytwoyearold.

Grinning, Hair, Hairs, Handsome, Soul, Voice

Love's ship has foundered on the rocks of life. We're quits: stupid to draw up a list of mutual sorrows, hurts and pains.

Hurt, Life, List, Pain, Stupid

Comrade life, let us march faster, March faster through what's left of the five-year plan.

Faster, Left, Life, March, Years

Art must not be concentrated in dead shrines called museums. lt must be spread everywhere – on the streets, in the trams, factories, workshops, and in the workers' homes.

Art, Home, Museums, Shrines, Streets, Workers

They stood brow to brow, brown to white, black to black, he supporting her elbows, she playing her limp light fingers over his collarbone, and how he "ladored,"he said, the dark aroma of her hair blending with crushed lily stalks, Turkish cigarettes and the lassitude that comes from "lass. " "No, no, don't," she said, I must wash, quick-quick, Ada must wash; but for yet another immortal moment they stood embraced in the hushed avenue, enjoying as they had never enjoyed before, the "happy-forever" feeling at the end of never-ending fairy tales.

Aroma, Brown, Dark, Light, Said, White

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