Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, OUR MARCH, by VLADIMIR VLADIMIROVICH MAYAKOVSKY


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First Line: Tramp squares with rebellious treading!
Last Line: Our breasts are brass cymbals drumming.
Alternate Author Name(s): Mayacovsky, Vladimir Vladimirovich
Subject(s): Freedom; Modern Man; Progress; Liberty


TRAMP squares with rebellious treading!
Up heads! As proud peaks be seen!
In the second flood we are spreading
Every city on earth will be clean.

Pied days plod.
Slowly the years' waggons come.
Speed's our god.
Hearts are beating a drum.

What gold is than ours diviner?
Can the waspy bullets sting?
Than our songs no weapons are finer.
Our gold is in shouts that ring.

Green let the grass grow,
Covering days past.
Rainbow, gleam, glow.
Let galloping years travel fast.

Do not look to the stars or bother;
Without them our singing shall blow.
Oh, ask, Great Bear, our mother,
That alive to the stars we go!

Drink of delight! Drink! Shout!
Veins with the spring-flood thrumming.
Hearts up! Strike out!
Our breasts are brass cymbals drumming.





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