Bertolt Brecht

(10 February 1898 – 14 August 1956 / Augsburg)

Bertolt Brecht Poems

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  • Isaac Shea (7/30/2018 7:34:00 PM)

    This poet is dead. of course he hasn't posted in the past 14 days. BTW, i am trying to do a english assignment about the poem song of the German Mother and this crappy website -which supplies all of Berthold Brecht's poems- doesn't have it! ? what a stupid website. thanks for helping me on my assignment

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  • Romesh singh (4/30/2018 9:58:00 PM)

    the crutches poem in hindi

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Best Poem of Bertolt Brecht

My Young Son Asks Me...

My young son asks me: Must I learn mathematics?
What is the use, I feel like saying. That two pieces
Of bread are more than one's about all you'll end up with.
My young son asks me: Must I learn French?
What is the use, I feel like saying. This State's collapsing.
And if you just rub your belly with your hand and
Groan, you'll be understood with little trouble.
My young son asks me: Must I learn history?
What is the use, I feel like saying. Learn to stick
Your head in the earth, and maybe you'll still survive.

Yes, learn mathematics, I tell him.
Learn your ...

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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.

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