Mother Russia is on the move, she can't stand still, she's restless and can't find rest, she's talking and she can't stop.
Mother Russia is on the move, she can't stand still, she's restless and can't find rest, she's talking and she can't stop.
What is laid down, ordered, factual is never enough to embrace the whole truth: life always spills over the rim of every cup.
A corner draft fluttered the flame And the white fever of temptation Upswept its angel wings that cast A cruciform shadow.
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.
I am alone; all drowns in the Pharisees' hypocrisy. To live your life is not as simple as to cross a field.
In every generation there has to be some fool who will speak the truth as he sees it.
During the last years of Mayakovski's life, when all poetry had ceased to exist . . . literature had stopped.
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.