Past one o'clock. You must have gone to bed.
The Milky Way streams silver through the night.
I'm in no hurry ; with lightning telegrams
I have no cause to wake or trouble you
And , as they say , the incident is closed.
Love's boat has smashed against the daily grind.
Now you and I are quits . Why bother then
To balance mutual sorrows , pains , and hurts.
Behold what quiet settles on the world.
Night wraps the sky in tribute from the stars.
In hours like these , one rises to address
The ages , history , and all creation.
( The Bedbug and selected poetry , translated by Max Heyward and George Ravey . Meridian Books , New York . 1960) .
Το ποίημα βρέθηκε στα χαρτιά του Μαγιακόφσκι , μετά την αυτοκτονία του , στις 14 Απριλίου του 1930 .
