Ernst Toller was a left-wing German playwright, best known for his Expressionist plays and serving as President of the short-lived Bavarian Soviet Republic, for six days.
Ernst Toller was born in Samotschin, Poland, on 1st December 1893. His father was a successful Jewish wholesale merchant. He was schooled in Bromberg where depsite describing it as a "school of miseducation and militarization", he was able to begin his literary career with the publication of a number of articles in the local newspaper and then poetry.
In 1914 Toller moved to France in order to study law at the University of Grenoble. However, within six months the onset ... more »
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Ernst Toller Poems
Corpses In The Woods
A dung heap of rotting corpses: Glazed eyes, bloodshot, Brains split, guts spewed out The air poisoned by the stink of corpses
In spring I go to war To sing or to die. What do I care for my own troubles? Today I shatter them, laughing in pieces.
Cities are so far away, humans live there. The knot chokes at your throat, a gray horror caresses your limbs. Who will freedom behold? When, at last, will the grubs rise up?
To the Trench
Through shell-holes, puddles of mud, they trudge.
For the Dead of the Revolution
Death-prone, the bodies forked in mutiny against the collar of the uncooked plague,
The people's conscience squats on a worm-eaten pole. Around the pole dance the bones of three children.
Through the grill of my cell I see children playing. Pinned there, shrinking there, prison-years… torture-years…
Starry sky. To restrain the beast my rifle glows, to fix the black barrel
Factory Smokestacks At Dawn
They chisel their force into the dawning sky. They forge their steeled selves on the precipice. They split through the fog like axes so that each breath shatters around them.
In early evening the cell flares up. Thin shadows slide down the gray walls. He who cries out in mutiny exhausts into a dream. The brown stillness sweeps over like a gentle wave.
The walls shriek with the eyes of mangled pigeons, the weasel's glittering teeth, the aimless thrashing of the terrified. The heart clings to the prisoner's hand.
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Corpses In The Woods
A dung heap of rotting corpses:
Glazed eyes, bloodshot,
Brains split, guts spewed out
The air poisoned by the stink of corpses
A single awful cry of madness.
Oh, women in France,
Women of Germany
Regard your menfolk!
They fumble with torn hands
For the swollen bodies of their enemies,
Gestures, stiff in death, become the touch of brotherhood,
Yes, they embrace each other,
Oh, horrible embrace!
I see and see and am struck dumb
Am I a beast, a murderous dog?