Poet: Bertolt Brecht
Dates: 10 February 1898 – 14 August 1956
Title of Poem: Radio Poem
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.
Brief Biography: Becht was a Marxist poet and playwright. The devout faith of his mother had a profound effect on Brecht’s writing as did the image of the self-denying woman. He served briefly in WW1 as a medical orderly and fled Germany in fear of persecution when Hitler took power. During WW2 Brecht was a prominent writer for Exilliteratur and expressed his opposition to the Nation Socialist and Fascist movements.