Vladimir Mayakovsky, from a letter featured in “Love in the Heart of Everything; The Correspondence between Vladimir Mayakovsky & Lili Brik, 1915-1930.”
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I feel anger and remorse
Of not having been protected
And for not having protected
Enough.
Damn people
Who feel like taking everything,
Leaving only tears.
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I am convinced that my misery spurs ecstasy in the marrow of the gods; that the sole purpose of my existence is so the tears of my lamentations can supply their mead.
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