Bertolt Brecht Short Poems

Famous Short Bertolt Brecht Poems. Short poetry by famous poet Bertolt Brecht. A collection of the all-time best Bertolt Brecht short poems

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The Mask Of Evil  

 On my wall hangs a Japanese carving,
The mask of an evil demon, decorated with gold lacquer.

Sympathetically I observe
The swollen veins of the forehead, indicating
What a strain it is to be evil.

Parting  

 AS from our dream we died away
Far off I felt the outer things;
Your wind-blown tresses round me play,
Your bosom’s gentle murmurings.



And far away our faces met
As on the verge of the vast spheres;
And in the night our cheeks were wet,
I could not say with dew or tears.



As one within the Mother’s heart
In that hushed dream upon the height
We lived, and then we rose to part,
Because her ways are infinite.

The Solution  

 After the uprising of the 17th June
The Secretary of the Writers Union
Had leaflets distributed in the Stalinallee
Stating that the people
Had forfeited the confidence of the government
And could win it back only
By redoubled efforts.
 Would it not be easier
In that case for the government
To dissolve the people
And elect another?

Send Me A Leaf  

 Send me a leaf, but from a bush
That grows at least one half hour
Away from your house, then
You must go and will be strong, and I
Thank you for the pretty leaf.

To Be Read In The Morning And At Night  

 My love
Has told me
That he needs me.


That's why
I take good care of myself
Watch out where I'm going and
Fear that any drop of rain
Might kill me.

On The Critical Attitude  

 The critical attitude
Strikes many people as unfruitful
That is because they find the state
Impervious to their criticism
But what in this case is an unfruitful attitude
Is merely a feeble attitude.
 Give criticism arms
And states can be demolished by it.


Canalising a river
Grafting a fruit tree
Educating a person
Transforming a state
These are instances of fruitful criticism
And at the same time instances of art.

Radio Poem  

 You little box, held to me escaping
So that your valves should not break
Carried from house to house to ship from sail to train,
So that my enemies might go on talking to me,
Near my bed, to my pain
The last thing at night, the first thing in the morning,
Of their victories and of my cares,
Promise me not to go silent all of a sudden.

I want to go with the one I love..  

 [Original]

Ich will mit dem gehen, den ich liebe.

Ich will nicht ausrechnen, was es kostet.

Ich will nicht nachdenken, ob es gut ist.

Ich will nicht wissen, ob er mich liebt.

Ich will mit ihm gehen, den ich liebe.


[Translation]

I want to go with the one I love.

I do not want to calculate the cost.

I do not want to think about whether it's good.

I do not want to know whether he loves me.

I want to go with whom I love.

Parting  

 We embrace.

Rich cloth under my fingers
While yours touch poor fabric.

A quick embrace
You were invited for dinner
While the minions of law are after me.

We talk about the weather and our
Lasting friendship.
 Anything else
Would be too bitter.

To read in the morning and at night..  

 Morgens und abends zu lesen
Der, den ich liebe
Hat mir gesagt
Da? er mich braucht.


Darum
Gebe ich auf mich acht
Sehe auf meinen Weg und
Fürchte von jedem Regentropfen
Da? er mich erschlagen könnte.


[Translation]

To read in the morning and at night
My love
Has told me
That he needs me.


That's why
I take good care of myself
Watch out where I'm going and
Fear that any drop of rain
Might kill me.

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.