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Welcome to ~PoetryToTheMasses' weekly feature.

Each week I will feature one poem suggested by deviants with some information about the poem and the poet. I will also include links to two other suggested poems which you can read if you wish.

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To Posterity - Bertolt Brecht


Suggested by ~FadingAngel213

1.

Indeed I live in the dark ages!
A guileless word is an absurdity. A smooth forehead betokens
A hard heart. He who laughs
Has not yet heard
The terrible tidings.

Ah, what an age it is
When to speak of trees is almost a crime
For it is a kind of silence about injustice!
And he who walks calmly across the street,
Is he not out of reach of his friends
In trouble?

It is true: I earn my living
But, believe me, it is only an accident.
Nothing that I do entitles me to eat my fill.
By chance I was spared. (If my luck leaves me
I am lost.)

They tell me: eat and drink. Be glad you have it!
But how can I eat and drink
When my food is snatched from the hungry
And my glass of water belongs to the thirsty?
And yet I eat and drink.

I would gladly be wise.
The old books tell us what wisdom is:
Avoid the strife of the world
Live out your little time
Fearing no one
Using no violence
Returning good for evil --
Not fulfillment of desire but forgetfulness
Passes for wisdom.
I can do none of this:
Indeed I live in the dark ages!

2.

I came to the cities in a time of disorder
When hunger ruled.
I came among men in a time of uprising
And I revolted with them.
So the time passed away
Which on earth was given me.

I ate my food between massacres.
The shadow of murder lay upon my sleep.
And when I loved, I loved with indifference.
I looked upon nature with impatience.
So the time passed away
Which on earth was given me.

In my time streets led to the quicksand.
Speech betrayed me to the slaughterer.
There was little I could do. But without me
The rulers would have been more secure. This was my hope.
So the time passed away
Which on earth was given me.

3.

You, who shall emerge from the flood
In which we are sinking,
Think --
When you speak of our weaknesses,
Also of the dark time
That brought them forth.

For we went,changing our country more often than our shoes.
In the class war, despairing
When there was only injustice and no resistance.

For we knew only too well:
Even the hatred of squalor
Makes the brow grow stern.
Even anger against injustice
Makes the voice grow harsh. Alas, we
Who wished to lay the foundations of kindness
Could not ourselves be kind.

But you, when at last it comes to pass
That man can help his fellow man,
Do no judge us
Too harshly.





This poem was translated into English by H. R. Hays.




Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht was born 10 February 1898 in Ausberg in the German Empire. He was a poet, playwright and theatre director, as well as an influential theatre practitioner who made significant contributions to dramaturgy and theatrical production. He died 14 August 1956 in Mitte, East Berlin, East Germany.





Grow UpWhen I was young,
I knew a girl.
She was so warm and bright,
so I asked her that question
that all children must answer.
'What do you want to be
when you grow up?'
Her eyes lit up with joy
and she jumped with excitement.
'A dancer!
No, an astronaut!
Wait, President!
A scientist!
I'll be famous
and in movies!
My name
will be everywhere!'

She listed so many more
until she finally just smiled
and looked at me with eyes filled
with child-like wonder.
'I could be anything I wanted.'
Years and years later,
I saw the same girl again
but her eyes no longer
lit up with wonder.
I asked her,
'What did you end up being?'
She smiled the hollow smile
that adults have when talking to the young.
'Not what I wanted to be
when I was young.'

Nothing more was said on the matter
but I could see that there was no more wonder
in the eyes that once shone so brightly.

=The-Golden-Sunrise


Suggested by ~crystelclear1104

When I was young,
I knew a girl. 
She was so warm and bright,
so I asked her that question
that all children must answer.

'What do you want to be
when you grow up?'

Her eyes lit up with joy
and she jumped with excitement.

'A dancer!
No, an astronaut!
Wait, President!
A scientist!
I'll be famous
and in movies!
My name 
will be everywhere!'

She listed so many more
until she finally just smiled
and looked at me with eyes filled
with child-like wonder.

'I could be anything I wanted.'

Years and years later,
I saw the same girl again
but her eyes no longer
lit up with wonder. 

I asked her,
'What did you end up being?'

She smiled the hollow smile
that adults have when talking to the young.

'Not what I wanted to be
when I was young.'

Nothing more was said on the matter
but I could see that there was no more wonder
in the eyes that once shone so brightly.


If you like this poem, please :+fav: the original!





Artist's comments:
"As we grow, our minds grow with us. Did you grow to be what you wanted to be when you were young?

Or more importantly, do you still have your child-like wonder?

EDIT: Hey guys and gals, thanks for all your support and comments. 
Of course, this doesn't apply to everyone, because some people actually grow up to be what they want to be. This was based more on me and an actual thing that happened to someone I knew. 
Of course, not everyone loses their spark and child-like wonder, but many of the people I grew up with did."

This poem was submitted July 16 2012.




=The-Golden-Sunrise, or Taylor, is from the United States and has been on deviantART since July 22, 2009.





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