“…If you like-
I’ll be furiously flesh elemental,
or – changing to tones that the sunset arouses –
if you like-
I’ll be extraordinary gentle,
not a man, but – a cloud in trousers!”
Vladimir Mayakovsky, “A Cloud in Trousers”
A lyrical portion of a rather brutal, long poem by the Russian Futurist. His imagery can be coarse and gritty, but the heart and soul are bared and vulnerable. One of the poems I would love to read in its original language since I fear some of its grace is lacking in translation.