After the wailing had already begun
along the walls, their ruin certain,
the Trojans fidgeted with bits of wood
in the three-ply doors, itsy-bitsy
pieces of wood, fussing with them.
And began to get their nerve back and feel hopeful.
(Bertolt Brecht)
More Poetry from Bertolt Brecht:
- Der Pflaumenbaum (The Plum Tree, translation) (Bertolt Brecht Poems)
- Fragen (Bertolt Brecht Poems)
- Pleasures (Translation with the original German, (Bertolt Brecht Poems)
- Ich habe dich nie je so geliebt (Bertolt Brecht Poems)
- I'm not saying anything against Alexander (Bertolt Brecht Poems)
- Future Generations (Translation of (Bertolt Brecht Poems)