Wednesday, 27 July 2016

Mayakovsky

“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.”
―Vladimir Mayakovsky


* * * 
Come all to me,
those who loom through silence,
who groan
because the nooses at noon are too tight,
I'll show you
with words simple as mooing
our new souls
roaring like the arched wrought-iron posts.
I'll only touch your foreheads with my fingers,
and you'll grow lips
for enormous kisses
and a tongue
native to all peoples.
And leaning upon my limping soul,
I'll stagger off towards my throne
with the holes of stars along its tatty dome.

Vladimir Mayakovsky.
Mayakovsky born in Baghdati, Georgia.

Poem from the book "Listen!" City Lights Pocket Poets No. 47

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