Read the poem | Brecht: But the cloud only appeared for a few minutes

Bertold Brecht, 1898-1956, was a famous German poet and dramatist. Brecht was born in Augsburg, Bavaria, Germany. As a young man, he worked as a theater writer and director. He was involved in the workers' movement. After 1933, he went into exile on the European continent. He went to the United States via the Soviet Union in 1941, but was persecuted after the war and returned to Europe in 1947. He settled in East Berlin in 1948. In 1951, he was awarded a national prize for his contributions to theatre. In 1955, he was awarded the Lenin Peace Prize. His major plays include: "The Roundhead And the Sharp-Headed Party", "The Terror and Disaster of the Third Reich", "The Biography of Galileo", "The Bold Mother and His Children", "The Good Man of Sichuan", "Pantila and His Servant Maddy", "Caucasian Grey", etc. Brecht theater was an important school of German theatre in the 20th century and had a great influence on world theatre. Brecht died in Berlin on August 14, 1956.

Remembering Mary Ann

It was a blue September day.

I was in the slender shadow of a plum tree

Quietly put my arms around her, my lover is like this

Pale and silent, as if it were an immortal dream.

In our heads, in the bright summer air,

There is a cloud, and my eyes stare at it for a long time,

It was white, very tall, far away from us,

When I looked up, I saw that it was gone.

Since that day, a lot of moons

Quietly move across the sky and fall.

The plum trees were probably cut down and burned as firewood.

And if you ask, what happened to that relationship?

I must admit: I really can't remember,

Yet I know what you're trying to say.

I don't know what her face looks like.

All I know is: I kissed it that day.

As for that kiss, I've long forgotten,

But that cloud floating in the air

But I still remember, and I will never forget,

It was white and moved in the air very high.

Those plum trees may still be blooming,

The woman may have had a seventh child,

But the cloud only appeared for a few minutes.

When I looked up, it was gone.

(Huang Canran/Translation)

Poor B. Boo

We lived as a generation of light

Dwell in the house of immortality in our imagination

(Slender buildings and elegant antennas on Manhattan Island,

Everything that makes Atlantic happy is our masterpiece. ）

The city will retain the wind that crosses their bodies,

The house is pleasant for the dining guests. And the wind swept everything away.

We know that we belong only to the moment, and after us

There is nothing worth talking about.

(Tan Yidai/Translation)

If the drummer starts his war

If the drummer starts his war,

You will continue your fighting.

He will see the enemy in front of him, but

If he turns around and looks, so will he

Seeing the enemy behind him:

If he starts his war

He was going to see enemies all around him.

What's going on there

Driven by his SS,

The march was directed at him.

Military boots will go bad, even though

It's all the best leather, his

The enemy is going to march in their clothes,

Your food rations will be reduced,

Even though they are abundant,

They don't fit your taste.

His SS could not sleep.

For every bullet they must check,

Even if the gun is loaded. He had to check

Every inspector, even this person is checking

Everything that has to do with him will be destroyed,

Everything that comes from Him will be used against Him.

Whoever fights against him becomes brave.

Whoever frustrates his plans becomes clever.

Whoever defeats him will save Germany.

(Feng Zhi/Translation)

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