Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Two Poems of Bertolt Brecht.



_____________1_____________
All the gang of those who rule us
Hope our quarrels never stop
Helping them to split and fool us
So they can remain on top.

____________2_____________
Of all the works of man I like best
Those which have been used.
The copper pots with their dents and flattened edges
The knives and forks whose wooden handles
Have been worn away by many hands: such forms
Seemed to me the noblest.


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