Radio Poem by Bertolt Brecht

You little box, held to me escaping
So that your valves should not break
Carried from house to house to ship from sail to train,
So that my enemies might go on talking to me,
Near my bed, to my pain
The last thing at night, the first thing in the morning,
Of their victories and of my cares,
Promise me not to go silent all of a sudden.

Note: This poem is in the public domain and can be found here. Bertolt Brecht (1898-1956) was a German playwright and poet. He was the leading theoretician of “epic theater,” a movement that responded to the harsh political climate of the early to mid-20th century with new political dramas.

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