Vladimir Mayakovsky Poems
Call To Account!
The drum of war thunders and thunders.
It calls: thrust iron into the living.
From every country
slave after slave
are thrown onto bayonet steel.
For the sake of what?
The earth... more
Poet: Vladimir Mayakovsky rating:  Attitude To A Miss
That night was to decide
if she and I
were to be lovers.
Under cover
of darkness
no one would see, you see.
I bent over her, it's the truth,
and as I did,
it's the truth, I swear it,
I... more
Poet: Vladimir Mayakovsky  rating:
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