I promptly smeared the map of daily br With splashing paint in one quick motion br I have displayed on a tray of jelly br The slanted cheekbones of the ocean br Upon the fish scales’ tinsel pattern br I’ve read unknown lips’ salute br And you, br could you have played br a nocturne br On a waterspout for a flute?br br Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovskybr br