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Poems 1913-1956 Quotes
Poems 1913-1956
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Bertolt Brecht688 ratings, 4.28 average rating, 33 reviews
Poems 1913-1956 Quotes
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“The war which is coming
Is not the first one. There were
Other wars before it.
When the last one came to an end
There were conquerors and conquered.
Among the conquered the common people
Starved. Among the conquerors
The common people starved too.
”
― Poems 1913-1956
Is not the first one. There were
Other wars before it.
When the last one came to an end
There were conquerors and conquered.
Among the conquered the common people
Starved. Among the conquerors
The common people starved too.
”
― Poems 1913-1956
“On a certain day in the blue-moon month of September
Beneath a young plum tree, quietly
I held her there, my quiet, pale beloved
In my arms just like a graceful dream.
And over us in the beautiful summer sky
There was a cloud on which my gaze rested
It was very white and so immensely high
And when I looked up, it had disappeared.”
― Poems 1913-1956
Beneath a young plum tree, quietly
I held her there, my quiet, pale beloved
In my arms just like a graceful dream.
And over us in the beautiful summer sky
There was a cloud on which my gaze rested
It was very white and so immensely high
And when I looked up, it had disappeared.”
― Poems 1913-1956
“Hatred of oppression still distorts the features,
Anger at injustice still makes voices raised and ugly.
Oh we, who wished to lay for the foundations for peace and friendliness,
Could never be friendly ourselves.”
― Poems 1913-1956
Anger at injustice still makes voices raised and ugly.
Oh we, who wished to lay for the foundations for peace and friendliness,
Could never be friendly ourselves.”
― Poems 1913-1956
“Well, where is she ? Where the colossal / Mountains of smoke stand. / That thing there amongst the fires / Is her.”
― Poems 1913-1956
― Poems 1913-1956
“Mounted on the fairground's magic horses
As among the children I pranced by --
Bucking hard, we raised our blissful faces
To the marvellous clear evening sky --
All the passers-by just stood there laughing
And I heard them say, exactly like my mother:
Oh, he's so different, he's so different
Oh, he's so very different from us.
Seated with the cream of our society
As I outline my unusual views
They keep staring, till I'm sweating slightly --
They don't sweat, it's one of their taboos --
And I see them sitting there and laughing
And I hear them say, exactly like my mother:
Oh, he's so different, he's so different
Oh, he's so very different from us.
Up to heaven as one day I'm flying
(And they'll let me in, you'll see they will)
I shall hear the blessed spirits crying:
He is here, our cup of bliss to fill!
Then they'll stare at me and burst out laughing
And I'll hear them say, exactly like my mother:
Oh, he's so different, he's so different
Oh, he's so very different from us.”
― Poems 1913-1956
As among the children I pranced by --
Bucking hard, we raised our blissful faces
To the marvellous clear evening sky --
All the passers-by just stood there laughing
And I heard them say, exactly like my mother:
Oh, he's so different, he's so different
Oh, he's so very different from us.
Seated with the cream of our society
As I outline my unusual views
They keep staring, till I'm sweating slightly --
They don't sweat, it's one of their taboos --
And I see them sitting there and laughing
And I hear them say, exactly like my mother:
Oh, he's so different, he's so different
Oh, he's so very different from us.
Up to heaven as one day I'm flying
(And they'll let me in, you'll see they will)
I shall hear the blessed spirits crying:
He is here, our cup of bliss to fill!
Then they'll stare at me and burst out laughing
And I'll hear them say, exactly like my mother:
Oh, he's so different, he's so different
Oh, he's so very different from us.”
― Poems 1913-1956
