Bertolt Brecht

(10 February 1898 – 14 August 1956 / Augsburg)

Future Generations - Poem by Bertolt Brecht

I confess this:
I have no hope.
The blind talk about an escape.
I see.
When the errors are consumed
The nothing will sit next to us
as our last companion.

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Den Nachgeborenen

Ich gestehe es:
Ich habe keine Hoffnung.
Die Blinden reden von einem Ausweg.
Ich sehe.
Wenn die Irrtümer verbraucht sind
Sitzt als letzter Gesellschafter
Uns das Nichts gegenüber.

Topic(s) of this poem: future


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, January 26, 2015


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