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During the last years of Mayakovski’s life, when all poetry had ceased to exist . . . literature had stopped.

Boris Pasternak

You fall into my arms. You are the good gift of destruction’s path, When life sickens more than disease And boldness is the root of beauty – Which draws us together.
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Arms Beautiful Bold Draw Fall Gift Goodness Togetherness Yourself
Salvation lies not in the faithfulness to forms, but in the liberation from them.
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Faith Form Liberty Loyalty Lying
In every generation there has to be some fool who will speak the truth as he sees it.
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Fools Generation Himself Talk Truth
I come here to speak poetry. It will always be in the grass. It will also be necessary to bend down to hear it. It will always be too simple to be discussed in assemblies.
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Discussion Necessary Poetry Simplicity Talk
A corner draft fluttered the flame And the white fever of temptation Upswept its angel wings that cast A cruciform shadow.
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Angel Flame Shadow Temptation
They don’t ask much of you. They only want you to hate the things you love and to love the things you despise.
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Hate Love Yourself
Failure to love is almost like murder.
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Death Failure Love Murder One Liner
I hate everything you say, but not enough to kill you for it.
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Enough Hate Kill Myself Yourself
Yet the order of the acts is planned And the end of the way inescapable. I am alone; all drowns in the Pharisees’ hypocrisy.
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Act End Escape Hypocrisy One Liner Order Planning
That’s metaphysics, my dear fellow. It’s forbidden me by my doctor, my stomach won’t take it.
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Funny Myself Science Stomach
To be a woman is a great adventure; To drive men mad is a heroic thing.
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Adventure Greatness Hero Madness Woman
She was here on earth to make sense of its wild enchantments.
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Earth Enchant Herself Magic Wild
Mother Russia is on the move, she can’t stand still, she’s restless and can’t find rest, she’s talking and she can’t stop.
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Finding Herself Move Stand Stop
But the division in him was a sorrow and a torment, and he became accustomed to it only as one gets used to an unhealed and frequently reopened wound.
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Accustom Division Healing Sorrow Torture Wound
During the last years of Mayakovski’s life, when all poetry had ceased to exist . . . literature had stopped.
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Existence Life Literature Poetry Stop
And so it turned out that only a life similar to the life of those around us, merging with it without a ripple, is genuine life, and that an unshared happiness is not happiness.
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Genuine Happiness Life Share

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