«For the Red Marines: 1918 Rally the ranks into a march! / Now’s no time to quibble or browse, / Silence, you orators! / You / have the floor, / Comrade Mauser. / Enough of living by laws / that Adam and Eve have left. / Hustle old history’s horse. / Left! / Left! / Left! ...»
«By thousands of tyres outworn. / By millions of feet out-trod. / I furrow Paris — / so terribly alone, / it’s terrible — not a soul, / terrible—nobody. / Around me — / autos fantastise a dance, / around me — / whistling water, fountain-poured / from beastfish snouts ...»
«Children's Verses Tiny toddler told his Dad: / “I am puzzled so! / What is good and what is bad? / Answer if you know!” / Secrets I will always shun — / Nothing could be worse! / All that Papa told his son / I have put in verse. If the wind tears down the roofs, / If the heav...»
«What happened to Me, Vladimir Mayakovsky, at the Rumyantzev Summerhouse, Mount Akula, Pushkino, on the Yaroslav Railway. The sunset fired a hundred suns, / summer had rolled into July, / heat stretched and purred, / heat hugged the sky — / and it was in the country this occurred. / The ...»