Vladimir Mayakovsky Quote
as quiet as thunder,
how I'd wail and whine!
One groan of mine
would start the world's crumbling cloister shivering.
I'd end up by roaring
with all of its power of lungs and more -
the comets, distressed, would wring their hands
and from the sky's roof
leap in a fever.
Selected Works in Three Volumes (Raduga, 1985), p. 67