Vladimir Mayakovsky

On I’ll pass,

— Vladimir Mayakovsky

But I

— Vladimir Mayakovsky

Our planet is poorly equipped for delight.

— Vladimir Mayakovsky

Love

— Vladimir Mayakovsky

It must be a little love, - a baby, sort of,

— Vladimir Mayakovsky

On the pavementweave the prints of rude crude words.

— Vladimir Mayakovsky

Tramp squares with rebellious treading!Every city on earth will be clean.

— Vladimir 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

I want to be understood by my country,of slanting rain.

— Vladimir Mayakovsky

Love's ship has foundered on the rocks of life.of mutual sorrows, hurts and pains.

— Vladimir Mayakovsky

I understand the power and the alarm of words –and on their four oak legs walk right away.

— Vladimir Mayakovsky

No gray hairs streak my soul,twentytwoyearold.

— Vladimir Mayakovsky

If you wish,not a man, but a cloud in trousers!

— Vladimir Mayakovsky

Listen!

— Vladimir Mayakovsky

Hey, you!upon a star-infested ear.

— Vladimir Mayakovsky

Our planet is poorly equipped for delight.

— Vladimir Mayakovsky