It snowed and it snowed, the whole world over, Snow swept the world from end to end. A candle burned on the table A candle burned.
It snowed and it snowed, the whole world over, Snow swept the world from end to end. A candle burned on the table A candle burned.
During the last years of Mayakovskis life, when all poetry had ceased to exist ... literature had stopped.
In every generation there has to be some fool who will speak the truth as he sees it.
I am alone all drowns in the Pharisees hypocrisy. To live your life is not as simple as to cross a field.
A corner draft fluttered the flame And the white fever of temptation Upswept its angel wings that cast A cruciform shadow.
But what are pity, conscience, or fear To the brazen pair, compared With the living sorcery Of their hot embraces.
Man is born to live, not to prepare for life.
In this era of world wars, in this atomic age, values have changed. We have learned that we are guests of existence, travelers between two stations. We must discover security within ourselves.
Departure beyond the borders of my country is for me equivalent to death.
Art is unthinkable without risk and spiritual self-sacrifice.
You are eternitys hostage A captive of mine.
I am caught like a beast at bay. Somewhere are people, freedom, light, But all I hear is the baying of the pack, There is no way out for me.
And when the war broke out, its real horrors, its real dangers, its menace of real death were a blessing compared with the inhuman reign of the lie, and they brought relief because they broke the spell of the dead letter.
Good-bye ... why am I hemorrhaging.
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