Saturday, 30. January 2010
Fom “Conversation with a Tax Inspector about Poetry” - Vladimir Mayakovsky
Citizen tax collector,
honestly, the poet
spends a fortune on words…
Suppose
only half a dozen
unheard-of rhymes were left,
in, say, Venezuela.
And so
I’m drawn
to North and South.
I rush around
entangled in advances and loans.
Citizen! Consider my traveling expenses: Poetry – all of it – is a journey to the unknown.
(Trans. from Russian by Max Hayward, George Reavey)
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