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.
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"You little box, held to me escaping..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Bertolt Brecht delivers a powerful performance in "Radio Poem"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...