Future Generations Poem by Bertolt Brecht
Future Generations
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.
Great poem of the world famous Bertold Brecht. Congrats with the Modern Poem Of The Day!
I confess: I'm dark ache of the present and for the future because I'm optimistic mistake of time!
I enjoyed reading this Modern Poem Of The Day. Congratulations to the family of the late great German poet
Good poem by the world famous great German poet Bertoold Brecht
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/17/2024 7:22:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Awesome poem