Occupation: Poet Birth: November 28, 1880 Death: August 7, 1921
The brain is not an organ to be relied upon..
With your whole body, with your whole heart, with your whole conscience, listen to the Revolution....This is the music everyone who has ears should h….
What message, years of conflagration, have you: madness or hope? On thin cheeks strained by war and liberation bloody reflections still remain..
When rowan leaves are dank and rusting And rowan berries red as blood, When in my palm the hangman's thrusting The final nail with bony thud, When, o….
Hell and damnation, life is such fun with a ragged greatcoat and a Jerry gun!.
The bourgeois stands like a question mark, Speechless, like the hungry cur, The ancient world stands there behind him, A mongrel dog, afraid to stir..