There’s no grandfatherly fondness in me, There are no gray hairs in my soul! Shaking the world with my voice and grinning, I pass you by, - handsome, Twentytwoyearold.
But I,_x000D_ from poetry's skies,_x000D_ plunge into communism,_x000D_ because_x000D_ without it_x000D_ I feel no love.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote expresses an intertwining of art and political ideology, suggesting that love and deeper human connections are unattainable without a commitment to communist ideals.
Vladimir Mayakovsky's quote reflects the belief that poetry and artistic expression can elevate one's understanding of love and humanity, but he sees a necessary link between this artistic vision and the principles of communism. The quote indicates that without embracing these political views, the speaker feels disconnected from true love, implying that love flourishes in a society that strives for equality and collective well-being.
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Example use cases
In a speech advocating for social reform, one could use this quote to emphasize the connection between love and community values.
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All quotes →A line is a fuse that's lit. The line smolders, the rhyme explodes— and by a stanza a city is blown to bits.
Formerly I believed books were made like this: a poet came, lightly opened his lips, and the inspired fool burst into song – if you please! But it seems, before they can launch a song, poets must tramp for days with callused feet, and the sluggish fish of the imagination flounders softly in the slush of the heart. And while, with twittering rhymes, they boil a broth of loves and nightingales, the tongueless street merely writhes for lack of something to shout or say
Listen! If stars are lit It means there is someone who needs it, It means someone wants them to be, That someone deems those specks of spit Magnificent!
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