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Vladimir Mayakovsky Quotes: In our language rhyme is a barrel. A barrel of dynamite. The line is a fuse. The line smoulders to the end and explodes; and the town is blown sky-high in a stanza.
         

In our language rhyme is a barrel. A barrel of dynamite. The line is a fuse. The line smoulders to the end and explodes; and the town is blown sky-high in a stanza.


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On the pavement of my trampled soul the steps of madmen weave the prints of rude crude words.



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But I, from poetry's skies, plunge into communism, because without it I feel no love.





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This page presents the quote "In our language rhyme is a barrel. A barrel of dynamite. The line is a fuse. The line smoulders to the end and explodes; and the town is blown sky-high in a stanza.". Author of this quote is Vladimir Mayakovsky. This quote is about sky, fuse, language, rhyme, dynamite, lines, towns,.