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Heute, Ostersonntag früh Ging ein plötzlicher Schneesturm über die Insel. Zwischen den grünenden Hecken lag Schnee. Mein junger Sohn Holte mich zu einem Aprilkosenbäumchen an der Hausmauer Von einem Verse weg, in dem ich auf diejenigen mit dem Finger deutete, Die diesen Krieg vorbereiteten, der Diesen Kontinent, diese Insel, mein Volk, meine Familie und mich Vertilgen mag. Schweigend Legten wir einen Sack Über den frierenden Baum.
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View text with all available footnotesConfirmed with Die Gedichte von Bertolt Brecht in einem Band, Frankfurt am Main: Suhrkamp Verlag, 1981 (Neunte Auflage 1997), page 815
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- by Bertolt Brecht (1898 - 1956), no title, appears in Steffinische Sammlung, in Frühling 1938, no. 1 [author's text checked 2 times against a primary source]
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Today, early on Easter Sunday, A sudden snowstorm passed over the island. Snow lay between the pale green hedges. My young son Came and led me to a little apricot tree leaning against the wall of the house, Taking me away from a line of poetry in which I was pointing a finger at those Who were preparing this war, which might Destroy this continent, this island, my people, my family and me. Silently, We placed a piece of sacking Over the freezing tree.
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