Vladimir Mayakovsky Zigzags in the Evening The windows shattered the city’s colossal hell Into minuscule light-sucking hellets The cars cavorted like rust-colored devils Horns exploding in the ear like rockets And under the sign for herring from Kerch A run-over oldster groped for his glasses And wept when amid the evening’s lurch A tram threw […]

via Vladimir Mayakovsky, “Zigzags in the Evening” — The Russian Reader