Radio Poem

Portrait of Bertolt Brecht
Bertolt Brecht 1898–1956

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.

Keep reading

Discover more of Bertolt Brecht’s poetry.

Explore all poems

Readers

Reader discussion 1 comment

Add your reading ↓
Readers
1
Longest reading
PHASHA [email removed]42 words
  1. PHASHA [email removed] South Africa

    ANALYSING RADIO POEM

    The poem was wriiten during the second world war.the writter is tryiing to show how vital was radio during the war.it informed him with everythin happening around him either at night or day.Radio played a very crucial role in any human sphere.

Your turn

Shown with your comment.

Never published. Only so we can reach you.

Comments are read before they appear. See our terms.