Heart

To V. Mayakovsky

Come to me, make a step,
Approach.
There where ribs are broken,
A heart in chest banging opened,
A sky there crowded.

A blood of my spilled
On all of the living.
I was a man
Of thousands years.
On latest verge,
Today in the limit,
From now it burst
By splintering snow.

I fall from height -
Bone crisp, crisping brushes,
By nature explosion
Complete different ways.
Silential beauty from
This groaning redemption,
A heads under abbys
From flowers - riped off.

Hear me, do not go!
I'm dead,
But my flowers will stand at hundred worlds.
In places where heavens ordered to bloom
There all soaked by my blood!

#andrey_of_rus

Original text on Russian:
http://www.stihi.ru/2011/05/07/4596