Aroma Quotes by Vladimir Mayakovsky

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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 "ladored,"he said, the dark aroma of her hair blending with crushed lily stalks,…

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If you like I'll be furious flesh elemental, or- changing to tones that the sunset arouses- if you like- I'll be extraordinary gentle, not…

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I understand the power and the alarm of words - Not those that they applaud from theatre-boxes, but those which make coffins break from bearers and on their four oak legs walk right away.

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Our planet is poorly equipped for delight. One must snatch gladness from the days that are. In this life it's not difficult to die.…

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Comrade life, let us march faster, March faster through what's left of the five-year plan.

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

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“You entered, Abrupt like “Take it!”, Mauling suede gloves, you tarried, And said: “You know,- I’m soon getting married.” Get married then. It’s all right, I can handle it. You see - I’m calm, of course! Like the pulse Of a corpse. Remember? You used to say: “Jack London, Money, Love and ardour,”-- I saw one thing only: You were…

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“Soon, sampled by everyone, Stale and pallid, I’ll come out And mumble toothlessly That today I’m “Remarkably candid.”

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“Men, crumpled like bed-sheets in hospitals, And women, battered like overused proverbs.”

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Gentle souls! You play your love on the violin. The crude ones play it on the drums violently. But can you turn yourselves inside…

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“Then there's amortization, the deadliest of all; amortization of the heart and soul.”

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“Oleg Bard: I understand, but by virtue of that power of imagination which, according to [Georgi] Plekhanov, is granted to Marxists, I can already…

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A line is a fuse that's lit. The line smolders, the rhyme explodes— and by a stanza a city is blown to bits.

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