Formerly I believed books were made like this: a poet came, lightly opened his lips, and the inspired … - Vladimir Mayakovsky

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I mean to retire, where nobody will have heard about my special skills. And conversation is mainly about the weather.

Vladimir Mayakovsky

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

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If you wish, I shall grow irreproachably tender: not a man, but a cloud in trousers!

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