A guileless word is an absurdity. A smooth forehead betokensA hard heart. He who laughsHas not yet heardThe terrible tidings.Ah, what an age it isWhen to speak of trees is almost a crimeFor it is a kind of silence about injustice!And he who walks calmly across the street,Is he not out of reach of his…
That is because they find the stateImpervious to their criticismBut what in this case is an unfruitful attitudeIs merely a feeble attitude. Give criticism armsAnd states can be demolished by it.Canalising a riverGrafting a fruit treeEducating a personTransforming a stateThese are instances of fruitful criticismAnd at the same time instances of art.
The Tattered CordThe tattered cordcan again become knotted.It holdsbut it is torn.Perhaps we’ll faceeach other againbut there,where you left me,you’ll not meet meagain.Der Abgerissen StrickDer abgerissene Strickkann wieder geknotet werdener hält wieder, aberer ist zerrissen.Vielleicht begegnenwir uns wieder,aber da,wo du mich verlassen hasttriffst du michnicht wieder.
Sympathetically I observeThe swollen veins of the forehead, indicatingWhat a strain it is to be evil.
While yours touch poor fabric.A quick embraceYou were invited for dinnerWhile the minions of law are after me.We talk about the weather and ourLasting friendship. Anything elseWould be too bitter.
That up there no one murders now for gainSince no one owns a thing, the faithless spouseWho’d beguiled that woman so improperlyLifted his hand, now tied to hers by chainsAnd looked at her and turned perplexed to meSo no one steals, if there’s no property?I shook my head. And as their hands just touchedI saw…
Was it the kings who hauled the craggy blocks of stone?And Babylon, so many times destroyed.Who built the city up each time? In which of Lima’s houses,That city glittering with gold, lived those who built it?In the evening when the Chinese wall was finishedWhere did the masons go? Imperial RomeIs full of arcs of triumph….
Show me the way to the next whisky barOh, don’t ask why, oh, don’t ask whyFor if we don’t find the next whisky barI tell you we must dieI tell you we must dieI tell youI tell youI tell you we must dieOh, moon of AlabamaWe now must say say good-byeWe’ve lost our good old…
Aprende el abecedario. No bastará,¡pero apréndolo! ¡No dejes que te desanimen!¡Comienza! Debes saber todo.Tienes que ser dirigente.¡Aprende, hombre en el asilo!¡Aprende, hombre en la prisión!¡Aprende, mujer en la cocina!¡Aprende, tú que tienes 60 años!Tienes que ser dirigente.¡Busca la esquela, tú que no tienes casa!¡No tengas miedo de preguntar, camarada!No dejes que te induzcan a nada.¡Investiga…
The forest swallowed me, the blue forest, ma soeurThe blue forest and above it pale stars in the west.I did not laugh, not one little bit, ma soeurAs I playfully walked towards a dark fate –While the faces behind meSlowly paled in the evening of the blue forest.Everything was grand that one night, ma soeurNever…
