Vladimir Mayakovsky: What became of it

What became of it

More than allowed
And much more than needed -
As though 
disillusioned by the poetic fate -
the lump of the heart grew bigger and bigger,
and big was my love,
and big was my hate!
Under that burden,
the feet
stumbled forward -
I was 
always well built
you know - 
yet
with weight of a heart, I walked awkward,
and the breadth of my shoulders swayed to and fro.
I swelled with the milk of verse -
- it wouldn't leave me -
it overflowed me, with no where to run.
I staggered along,
overwhelmed by the lyric
of the world-nursing imagery 
of Maupassant.

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