<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392822" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mayakovsky</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1<br>My heart's aflutter!<br>I am standing in the bath tub<br>crying. Mother, mother<br>who am I? If he<br>will just come back once<br>and kiss me on the face<br>his coarse hair brush<br>my temple, it's throbbing!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then I can put on my clothes<br>I guess, and walk the streets.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">2<br>I love you. I love you,<br>but I'm turning to my verses<br>and my heart is closing<br>like a fist.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Words! be<br>sick as I am sick, swoon,<br>roll back your eyes, a pool,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and I'll stare down<br>at my wounded beauty<br>which at best is only a talent<br>for poetry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cannot please, cannot charm or win<br>what a poet!<br>and the clear water is thick</div><div style="margin:10px 0">with bloody blows on its head.<br>I embrace a cloud,<br>but when I soared<br>it rained.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">3<br>That's funny! there's blood on my chest<br>oh yes, I've been carrying bricks<br>what a funny place to rupture!<br>and now it is raining on the ailanthus<br>as I step out onto the window ledge<br>the tracks below me are smoky and<br>glistening with a passion for running<br>I leap into the leaves, green like the sea</div><div style="margin:10px 0">4<br>Now I am quietly waiting for<br>the catastrophe of my personality<br>to seem beautiful again,<br>and interesting, and modern.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The country is grey and<br>brown and white in trees,<br>snows and skies of laughter<br>always diminishing, less funny<br>not just darker, not just grey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It may be the coldest day of<br>the year, what does he think of<br>that? I mean, what do I? And if I do,<br>perhaps I am myself again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frank+O%27Hara">Frank O'Hara</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392822" data-title="Mayakovsky de Frank O'Hara" data-description="1 My heart's aflutter! I am standing in the bath tub crying. Mother, mother who am I? If he will just come back once and kiss me on the face his coarse hair brush my temple, it's throbbing! then I can put on my clothes I guess, and walk the stree..."></div> </div> </div>

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