tomorrow Lishchukwill go to Dnipropetrovsk and he will make a photosession me and Floxy and we would have a great time
At that weekend my boyfriend will finish my photoset
My great hips under spoiler
Love Mayakovsky
Lilichka!
(Instead of a letter)
Tobacco smoke eats the air away.
The room,--
a chapter from Kruchenykhs Inferno.
Recall,--
by the window,
that day,
I caressed you ecstatically, with fervor.
Here you sit now,
with your heart in iron armor.
In a day,
youll scold me perhaps
and tell me to leave.
Frenzied, the trembling arm in the gloomy parlor
will hardly be able to fit the sleeve.
Ill rush out
and hurl my body into the street,--
distraught,
lashed by despair
and sadness.
Theres no need for this,
my darling,
my sweet.
Lets part tonight and end this madness.
Either way,
my love is
an arduous weight,
hanging on you
wherever you flee.
Let me bellow out in the final complaint
all of my heartbroken misery.
A laboring bull, if he had enough,
will leave
and find cool water to lie in.
But for me,
theres no sea
except for your love,--
from which even tears wont earn me some quiet.
If an elephant wants to relax, hell lie,
pompous, outside in the sun-baked dune,
Except for your love,
theres no sun
in the sky
and I dont even know where you are and with whom.
If you thus tormented another poet,
he
would trade in his love for money and fame.
But
nothing sounds as precious to me
as the ringing sound of your darling name.
I wont drink poison,
or jump to demise,
or pull the trigger to take my own life.
Except for your eyes,
no blade can control me,
no sharpened knife.
Tomorrow youll forget
that it was I who crowned you,
who burned out the blossoming soul with love
and the days will form a whirling carnival
that will ruffle my manuscripts and lift them above
Will the dry autumn leaves of my sentences
cause you to pause,
breathing hard?
Let me
pave a path with the final tenderness
for your footsteps as you depart.
1916
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