Forward march! That time may whistle by as rockets flare.
So the wind shall carry to the past of ours
only the ruffling of our hair.
Our planet is poorly equipped for delight.
One must snatch gladness from the days that are.
In this life
it’s not difficult to die.
To make life
is more difficult by far.

from To Sergei Esenin
Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky

Portait-of-Vladimir-Mayakovsky

84 years today since we lost Mayakovsky…