EVERYTHING CHANGES
by Bertolt Brecht
Everything changes. You can make
A fresh start with your latest breath.
But what has happened has happened. And the water
You once poured into the wine cannot be
Drained off again.
What has happened has happened. The water
You once poured into the wine cannot be
Drained off again, but
Everything changes. You can make
A fresh start with your latest breath.
What has happened has happened. The water
You once poured into the wine cannot be
Drained off again, but
Everything changes. You can make
A fresh start with your latest breath.
[With this post, we are starting a new feature here at FOTM--the Poem of the Week. Each and every every Monday morning a poem with some revolutionary or political content will be posted.
Except. Should you find no poem up on Monday morning, that's because the week's poem is somehow tied to a date that falls later on in the week.
Except. Should you find no poem up on Monday morning, that's because the week's poem is somehow tied to a date that falls later on in the week.
Sometimes there may be a few remarks with the post, but most of them I hope to leave to speak for themselves.
As insurance that this will not be another case of "Road To Hell Paving Company coming through!", I am taking advantage of the scheduling feature on Blogger and have a couple months worth of poems already queued up. We'll see how well it works.
I start with a Brecht poem which is one of my all-time favorites: it's materialist, it's dialectical,and it is optimistic. What's not to like?]
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