They stood brow to brow, brown to white, black to black, he supporting her elbows, she playing her limp light fingers over his collarbone, and how he…

- Vladimir Mayakovsky

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 Magnifice…

- 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 i…

- Vladimir Mayakovsky

In the church of my heart the choir is on fire

- Vladimir Mayakovsky

But I, from poetry's skies, plunge into communism, because without it I feel no love.

- Vladimir Mayakovsky

Too slow, the wagons of years, The oxen of days--too glum. Our god is the god of speed, Our heart--our battle-drum.

- Vladimir Mayakovsky

I want to be understood by my country, but if I fail to be understood - what then?, I shall pass through my native land to one side, like a shower of…

- Vladimir Mayakovsky

On the pavement of my trampled soul the steps of madmen weave the prints of rude crude words.

- Vladimir Mayakovsky

The love boat has crashed against the everyday.

- Vladimir Mayakovsky