Reading Brecht in Berlin
The tattered cord can again become knotted. It holds but it is torn. Perhaps we'll face each other again but there, where you left me, you'll not meet me again.…
The tattered cord can again become knotted. It holds but it is torn. Perhaps we'll face each other again but there, where you left me, you'll not meet me again.…
The word That defines my life: Later. Mine has been A life that will be lived later. ~ Anurag Mathur
I can tell by the way the trees beat, after so many dull days, on my worried windowpanes that a storm is coming, and I hear the far-off fields say…