Memory of Marie A

by Bertold Brecht One day in blue-moon September, Silent under a plum tree, I held her, my silent pale love in my arms like a fair and lovely dream. Above us in the summer skies, Was a cloud that caught my eye. It was so white and high up, and when I looked up, it … Continue reading Memory of Marie A

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