• Were I as quiet as thunder, how I'd wail and whine! One groan of mine would start the world's crumbling cloister shivering. And if 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.

    Vladimir Mayakovsky: Were I
 as quiet as thunder,
 how I'd wail and whine!
 One groan of mine
 would start the world's crumbling cloister shivering.
 And if
 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.
    Vladimir Mayakovsky (1985). “Селестед Воркс ин Тхрее Волумес: Селестед версе”