Bertolt Brecht

Bertolt Brecht

Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht (10 February 1898 – 14 August 1956), known professionally as Bertolt Brecht (German: [ˈbɛʁˌt̩ɔlt bʁɛçt] (About this soundlisten)), was a German theaБольше
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From A German War Primer

ST
HE
LY
It is considered low to talk about food

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Ich habe dich nie je so geliebt

[Original]Ich habe dich nie je so geliebt, ma
Als wie ich fortging von dir in jenem Abendrot
Der Wald schluckte mich, der blaue Wald, ma soeurÜber dem immer schon die bleichen Gestirne im Westen standen
Ich lachte kein klein wenig, ...

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Der Pflaumenbaum The Plum Tree translation

Im Hofe steht ein Pflaumenbaum,
Der ist so klein, man glaubt es kaum
Er hat ein Gitter drum,
So tritt ihn keiner um

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Fragen

Schreib mir, was du anhast
Ist es warm
Schreib mir, wie du liegst
Liegst du auch weich

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O Germany Pale Mother!

Let others speak of her shame,
I speak of my own
O Germany, pale mother
How soiled you are As you sit among the peoples

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Future Generations Translation of Den Nachgeborenen

I confess this:
I have no hope
The blind talk about an escape
I see

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Parting

We embrace
Rich cloth under my
While yours touch poor fabric
A quick

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The Solution

After the uprising of the 17th
The Secretary of the Writers
Had leaflets distributed in the
Stating that the

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My young son asks me

My young son asks me:
Must I learn mathematics
What is the use,
I feel like saying

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To Be Read in the Morning and at Night

My
Has told
That he needs me
That's whyI take good care of

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Childrens Anthem Kinderhymne

Grace spare not and spare no
Passion nor
That a decent German
Flourish as do other lands

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On Reading a Recent Greek Poet

After the wailing had already begun along the walls, their ruin certain, the Trojans fidgeted with bits of wood in the three-ply doors, itsy-bitsy pieces of wood, fussing with them
And began to get their nerve back and feel hopeful

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